#Her name is Jenn by the way

[shurisgf]

ECSTASY — A. ARETAS ✩ (2)

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando can’t keep his eyes off of his favorite dancer. So he takes matters into his own hands. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x BLACK!fem!reader | TROPE situationship ish? | FORMAT series | WARNINGS strip club, cursing, use of the n word, sex | NOTES WE BACK AT THE STRIPP AYE 😜

✩ this is part two of a series , you can find part one here.

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to the playlist selected below ;

` The Motto — Drake

` Truffle Butter —Nicki Minaj

` My n***a — YG

` What We Doin’ — City Girls

` Run Away — Chris Brown

` Pressurelicious — Megan Thee Stallion

` Throw Sum Mo — Rae Sremmurd

` FTCU — Latto

` Thooties — Dee Bills & Jenn Carter

` Ride — YK Osiris

` Cut ‘Em Off — Femme It Forward & Kiana Ledé

` No Frauds — Nicki Minaj

` Point Me 2 — FendiDa Rappa & Cardi B

` FTCU — Nicki Minaj

It’s been one week since your first private session with Armando. He’d been coming in frequently, coming to see his favorite dancer. He’d tip you large amounts of money each time he came in. He was your favorite regular, never making you feel uncomfortable in any way, and always making sure that whatever he asked for, you felt comfortable doing. Over the short time you two have known each other, you got to know each other quite well, and have maintained a flirty relationship with each other. You’d find yourself making short conversation while dancing for him.

Tonight was no different, as you walked towards the room where you normally did your sessions with Armando. Mercedes stopped you, “Coco wants to know if you can cover her stage while she fixes her shoes, she broke ‘em on stage.”

“I would but I can’t, got a hot date with my man.” You joked, continuing to walk to the room he was waiting in. Mercedes laughed it off. “Girl, you a mess.” She continued laughing as she walked away, looking for someone else to cover Coco’s stage. Tonight you wore a red laced bra and a matching red thong, with some skimpy red heels. You always loved dressing up in pretty lingerie, it was your favorite part of the job, and Armando loved seeing you in your outfits. He even picked out a favorite set and asked you to wear it a few times. And of course you did, wanting to make his experience at the club memorable.

Walking into the room, he immediately whistled, making you smile as you closed the door behind you. “This might be my new favorite,” he sat there, eyeing you up and down as you walked over to him.

“You look so sexy mama.” He noticed the slight smile forming on your lips.

“Can I get a spin babygirl?” Nodding your head, you spun around slowly, making sure he had time to see every inch of your body. “Fuck, c’mere.” He tapped his. lap, inviting you to sit on him. You walked over and slowly lifted your legs, straddling his lap, as you looked down at him in his eyes. A sight that he loved. His right hand rested on your ass, while his left was preoccupied rubbing your lower back. “When you gonna let me return the favor?” He spoke in that same sexy voice of his that you loved so much. You began to whine your hips against him, “You sure you can handle all this?” You bit your lips, tossing your head back as you continued your movements on him. “No me pongas a prueba mamá, haré que tu bonito trasero se incline sobre un mostrador gritando mi nombre.” His simple words left butterflies in your stomach as you tried to keep your composure. But hell, you were getting tired of pretending like you didn’t want him.

That’s why you were at his apartment at 3 AM, bent over his kitchen island, his thick cock pounding you from behind. Your eyes rolled as he pounded into the same spot, the repetition making your knees weak. “Armando-“ you moaned his name, driving him crazier. His free hand supporting your hip so you didn’t fall. “I can’t- too much-“ you cried, trying to get the words out, but all you could say were those two phrases, too focused on the way he was making you feel. “Shh, puedes llevarlo mamá.” He guided your hips as he deepened his strokes, pressing his hand to your lower stomach, feeling himself pumping in and out of you. You were a sloppy moaning mess against the counter, trying to keep yourself upright, but he was making it so damn hard. “You like it when my dick fills you up like this? Hm?” He grunted, looking down at your ass clapping against his skin. “Joder mamá me vuelves loca.” Your sweet moans and soft claps filling the room. You reached a free hand down to your clit, rubbing it at just the right pace. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You threw your head back in pleasure. “Armando- I’m so close, please-“ you whined out, trying to warn him of your incoming orgasam, “Lo tienes mamá.” His sexy voice ringing through your ears was all you needed. Creaming all over his cock as he sped up his pace, chasing after his own climax. The overstimulation was killing you, tears falling from your eyes as you continued to whine, blurting out incoherent words. “Shhh mamá, esto es lo que querías, right?” He teasingly asked you, slightly chuckling at you taking his thick cock against the counter. All fucked out and barely able to speak. Your walls clenched around him, “Fuck!” He groaned, pulling out and releasing his seed on your ass. Heavy breathing filled the room. His hands still holding you steady so that you didn’t fall. “Te ves tan bonita toda jodida en mi mostrador.” He turned you around and picked you up, hearing you whining at his actions. “Shh mama, I’m gonna clean you up.”

Your phone was filled with 15 missed calls from the other girls at the club, wondering why you dipped out as soon as your last set was over with. Little did they know you had found your way to Armando’s apartment after your last dance, letting him return the favor.

GLOSSARY !

No me pongas a prueba mamá, haré que tu bonito trasero se incline sobre un mostrador gritando mi nombre — Don’t test me mama, I’ll have your pretty ass bent over a counter screaming my name.

Puedes llevarlo mamá — You can take it mama.

Joder mamá me vuelves loca — Fuck, mama you drive me crazy.

Lo tienes mamá — You got it mama.

Mamá, esto es lo que querías — Mama, this is what you wanted.

Te ves tan bonita toda jodida en mi mostrador — You look so pretty all fucked out on my counter.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting my autistic cousin to watch movies with me?

I (19F) have a younger cousin, Nancy (17F, not real name) who is autistic. She and her parents live with my family since they had to leave their house cause it got destroyed in a fire. Nancy's mom always asks me to bring Nancy along when I go out to hang out with friends eventhough my brothers, Dan (16) and Ben (16) offer to spend time with her at home. My aunt insists that Nancy spend time with me so that she doesn't copy Dan and Ben's bad behavior (it is just playing video games).

So I always get stuck with Nancy. When she sees me going out, she says "Are you hanging out with my friends without me?" Which is... no? They are my friends (Tiff, Jenn, Ann, Lisa), not hers. They had said they don't really like spending time with her, but my aunt gets upset at them for saying that and pays them to spend time with Nancy.

Whenever we go to the movies, it has to be what Nancy would want to see. It can't be anything scary because "Nancy will have nightmares." My aunt got upset at me for complaining about this.

Nancy always insists on sitting between me and my friends. looks something like this:

Me - Nancy - Tiff - Jenn - Ann - Lisa

I had tried on the other side of Lisa before, but Nancy would get all fidgety and make a bit of a scene during the movie by vocally complaining. We almost got kicked out cause some people complained we were making "too much noise." I get I was breaking the routine Nancy was used to by sitting by Lisa, but I wanted to sit by one of my friends. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal to just change up the seating arrangement once. And before anyone asks, no, I did not ask Nancy if it would be okay to change up seating arrangement beforehand. We just decided to do it suddenly.

But back to what I was saying. I was starting to get annoyed cause Nancy would always get in the way of the plans we wanted to do. So I secretly planned with Tiff, Jenn, Ann, and Lisa that we would go to the movies without Nancy. Ben and Dan had agreed that they would keep her busy at home and suggested that we say we were going to go to the beach since Nancy doesn't like the beach. Sand makes her feel icky. So that is what we did.

Unfortunately, my aunt found out we all lied and so had Nancy. She was distraught over this and locked herself in her room. She refused to come out to eat for 3 days straight. My aunt said I should apology and take Nancy to the movies with "her friends." I said that Tiff, Jenn, Ann, and Lisa were my friends. But my aunt got more annoyed and called me a selfish jerk for taking away Nancy's friends. My uncle, who normally tries to be fair about things, sided with my aunt and said I was being selfish and needed to apologize. Even my mom and dad are agreeing with them and threatened to kick me out if I don't apologize to Nancy. Dan and Ben are the only ones aside from my friends that are supporting me. I am thinking I should give in and apologize. I'm not sure where I could stay if they do kick me out.

AITA for not wanting her to join me for movies?

What are these acronyms?

[nerdygaymormon]

Thoughts from Gather Conference

The first speaker at the Gather Conference was Dr. Greg Peterson, president of Salt Lake Community College. He described the model of a community college, which has a 100% acceptance rate, low tuition costs, and recognizes that not all students will get a degree but may be there just for a few classes or taking one class at a time as that's all their life can handle. A university, especially an elite one, has a low acceptance rate and a prescribed ways for how students should progress through school and earn a degree. It is designed for elite students who are likely to succeed in this model.

Gathering Zion should be more like a community college. It feels like Jesus runs a community college while our church runs an elite university as it caters to those who are likely to complete the covenant path without much to offer those whose life doesn't fit its model. As a queer person, I absolutely know what it feels like to not feel like I'm wanted or welcome at church because I'm don't fit the model and not likely (according to the leaders) to reach the highest heaven.

Jenn Blosil, who was a contestant on American Idol, is quite humorous and she performed a beautiful arrangement of the song "All Are Alike unto God." I hope her version gets released, otherwise I'm gonna have to rip an mp3 when the video is released.

In her presentation, Liv Mendoza Haynes commented "You can't parent a child who is gone" as part of talking about how parents need to be loving and affirming of their LGBTQ children because the consequences of rejecting this part of them has serious consequences. She also said when Jesus was suffering in the Garden, He didn't suffer for people simply because they're LGBT because that's not something to repent of, it isn't wrong.

I believe it was David Butler who said that being an LGBTQ Latter-day Saint is making communion out of contradiction. Many people think the two are incompatible yet we exist.

When we feel safe with others, we let down our guard and enter healing.

These next few quotes are something an individual (I can't remember her name) said to me.

"What do we know of God? One who creates and mentors. When we engage in acts of creativity and creation, when we engage in encouraging and including and loving others, that's when we're likely to feel the Divine."

"When we hide in the closet, when we hide who we are, we are hiding our light. Once there's a crack and we let someone know our secret that we're queer, the bright light comes flooding out of that crack. In a way, it is a birth. As we learn not to hid ourselves, we learn to see and be ourselves, to introduce ourselves to the world."

Someone asked, "Who is the protagonist of the Restoration? Is it Joseph Smith? Moroni? Neither, WE are!"

Dr. Lisa Diamond from the University of Utah shared some information from her research. Being a minority can feel like being threatened, we spend our time being on guard and feeling stressed. This causes our bodies to produce inflammation because that's useful if we might be wounded. But if there's not a physical wound, inflammation causes damage. As a result, minorities often suffer chronic health problems at high rates, such as diabetes, high blood pressure, anxiety, depression, and many other problems.

A panelist said that there's not a faith stronger than people who come despite knowing they aren't wanted. If there is a parable to exemplify this type of faith exhibited by queer people, it is the woman touching the fringe of Jesus' clothes.

[snackugaki]

...man, i hate squawking in the text field, but the tags cannot contain me on this

ok so i’m a normal amount of normal about this. absolutely.

however...

i am also unattended and so my actions will prove why that is probably not great.

anyway, i love monikers, nom de plumes, sobriquets, y’know, pseudonyms if you will, code names even. 8D y’wanna know how I came up with them??????//?

okay okay okay, so! I will (until someone comes for me, but no one will ‘cuz y’all are cowards, I say, knowing my childhood nostalgia is doing a lot of the heavy lifting in my affection for Next Mutation but also i love camp) acknowledge and self-impose the title of Next Mutation trash lover as a disclaimer for why I’m gonna do another quick run down of Venus’ origin again. but a quick skim because a bitch is losing against her insomnia demon rn. 

now, a lot of the kids know that Venus = magic, in general. however, at least to me, intentionally or not Venus was more portrayed like a daoist... ‘magician’ of sorts, but less in a real world daoist sense and more of a cultivator in the xianxia genre sort of way. granted she wears the taijitu (yin yang symbol) and literally showed the boys her box of herbal medicine (and one dessicated vampire heart lololol). and now that I mentioned all of that, I can segue into why I gave her “White Snake” as a code name-- in that I chose it after Bai Suzhen/Bai Shejing which now that my insomnia riddled mind  is typing it out... my reasoning is actually pretty shallow, they both cultivate technically speaking, both work with herbal medicine and they just wanna help people. also just ‘cuz IDW has Venus wearing white now.

wao. thassit ig welp

jennika’s I just futz around with her name like jennika jenn i ka jen nika nikaaa niko niki nike nike like the greek goddess of victory. great. ok cool now ochre? no, mustard? no, gold? yes, ok nike gold it is lolz

‘cuz I was following the formula like in the show, Purple Knight, Yellow Submarine, Red King, Orange Pawn, Blue... something, Rook? Bishop? idk lemme alone but also there’s only so many chess pieces so I kept the color coding at least

then just asked tychou for what they’d think Mona Lisa’s code name’d be for as much as Venus and Jennika are my girls, Mona Lisa’s tychou’s.

[monsieuroverlord]

Letterless preview pages for Marvel Voices: Pride a.k.a. X-Men: The Wedding Special have been posted.

Main Wedding Story by Kieron Gillen, art by Rachael Stott

Betsy Braddock/Rachel Summers story by Tini Howard, art by Phillip Sevy

Wolverine + crew story by Tate Brombal, art by Emilio Pilliu

Rogue/Gambit story by Wyatt Kennedy, art by Jenn St. Onge

Emma Frost Pre-marriage counseling story by Yoon Ha Lee, art by Stephen Byrne

source here

Personal thoughts:

I gotta say, I'm still feeling incredibly ambivalent about this book.

I mean, a Mystique/Destiny wedding is great! Ya love to see it and its long overdue, but I think this would've been better served as a one-shot alongside the main pride story this rather, rather than in place of it.

Most of these stories sound really fun, like for example: a Rogue/Gambit side story involving a wedding band mishap! That sounds hilarious!

But, for a Pride-centric issue, its really lacking in the Pride department. No one outside of the x-books this year, and even the x-couples are lacking!

I mean, to name a few: Northstar and Kyle, Rictor and Shatterstar, Iceman and whoever he's dating right now (lol), Cerebella and Escapade, Akihiro and Aurora (he's still bi, straight-passing relationship or not), the list goes on!

I don't know, I'm just frustrated. The stories themselves seem fine, its just the branding/packaging that's rubbing me the wrong way, if that makes sense.

Except the Wolverine story. We literally have a confirmed/canon queer member of the snikt fam (who, at bare minimum, has had a flirtation with Mystique as well), and he's still ded :(

Like, if they wanted a Wolverine-centric story, why not have Gabby finally explore her sapphic feelings for that girl on the bus? Let her have a little heart-to-heart with Akihiro, drag Logan to a Pride parade (then, he accidently gets roped into a side quest involving a group of short trans-mascs, ending with Logan buying them a round of beers). My point is, there are ways to add your money-maker character into stories while still respecting your target audience.

I don't know. My feelings are complicated.

[geekcavepodcast]

DC Comics Announces Publication Date for "The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley and "Bad Dream: A Dreamer Story"

DC Comic's young adult original graphic novels The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley and Bad Dream: A Dreamer Story will publish in 2024.

The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley from author Melissa Marr, artist Jenn St-Onge, colorist Jeremy Lawson, and letterer Lucas Gattoni will go in sale on September 3, 2024.

Harleen and her girlfriend Pamelia sign up to participate in a clinical research trial. For Harleen it sounds like a good way to make some extra cash and maybe help control her anxiety. Instead, Harleen end s up with "increasingly larger gaps in her memory and stolen mementos from some guy named Jack. Soon Harleen discovers she’s sharing her life with Harley—a take-no-prisoners, who-cares-about-attendance, maybe-we-oughta-save-the-bunnies kind of girl. She is the opposite of Harleen in every way. And although she’s throwing Harleen’s life completely off track, maybe she ain’t so bad either…" (DC Comics)

Bad Dream: A Dreamer Story from author Nicole Maines, artist Rye Hickman, colorist Bex Glendining, and letterer Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, goes on sale on April 2, 2024.

"Nia’s spent her whole life taking a back seat to her older sister, Maeve, who was expected to inherit their mother’s Seer powers: the ability to see the future through dreams, passed down to one woman in each generation. But when Nia, a trans girl, starts having visions of the future, she must suppress her powers to protect her relationship with her sister.

Soon Nia’s dreams become impossible to ignore, and she has no choice but to distance herself as she navigates her new reality. Taking off for Metropolis, Nia is quickly swept up in the bustling city and, guided by her dreams, connects with a group of queer girls who feel more like sisters than her own. As Nia starts to discover her powers may be more than just a burden, she’s given a choice: accept her new responsibility as a Seer or give it all up for a chance at normalcy." (DC Comics)

(Images via DC Comics - Jenn St-Onge's Cover of The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley and Rye Hickman and Bex Glendining's Cover of Bad Dream: A Dreamer Story)

[phamminji]

for you

huh yunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: you didn't expect yunjin to be at your door, when she clearly told you she was going out on a date with someone else.

wc: 1.8k

jenn 💝 y/n/n

jenn 💝 could you open the door?

jenn 💝 it's kinda cold outside

you read the messages as your eyes flickered towards the clock, stating that it's 8:28pm.

her date ended early... was the only thought in your mind as you rushed to greet a shivering yunjin at the door.

"any minute later, i would have froze to death n/n."

you rolled your eyes at your best friend, "you're being dramatic, jenn." as you ushered her inside your home. "come with me. i'll grab some of my clothes for you and you're gonna take a warm bath, lady."

"okay mom."

you shook her head at the name she gave you. "can you not call me that?" you clicked your tongue jokingly as you rummage through your closet, finding a suitable pair of shorts and a hoodie for yunjin to wear.

"okay babygorl." yunjin's voice went up by a tone or two, and you know whenever she speaks in that voice, it's usually used to tease you.

your hands stop searching for the clothes as you turned back to glare at the taller girl, "huh yunjin."

"alright alright!" yunjin raises her arms in surrender, fearing you who had just used her government name.

"how was your date, by the way?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. part of your heart was curious, but the other part of your heart didn't want to know how your best friend's date went actually.

you knew you liked yunjin. the huh yunjin. your best friend. best friend. maybe if you had more courage to admit your feelings towards the american, you would have gone on a date together with her today.

and because you didn't, now you would have to listen to how lovestruck yunjin was. how the other person probably made her so happy, and possibly go on another date or two.

another date or two.

the thought of yunjin going on another date or two with a person that wasn't you had irked you. you remember yunjin getting all so excited while you were on a call with her that morning. her asking you questions about how she should dress, what kind of perfume she should spray on.

the questions didn't help in any way though, to you of course. all you could think about was how pretty and gorgeous she looked over the phone screen, as you smiled to yourself.

"you'd look pretty in anything, jenn."

"stop flattering me y/n."

a wider smile threatened to grow on your lips, but it turned into a frown once your best friend mentioned about the other guy.

"do you think he would like this?" "what kind of gift should i get him?""don't you think he's cute, y/n?"

you recall the feeling of you thinking how lucky the other guy was. how whenever yunjin talked about the guy, your heart sank. how you wished you were in his position. to be on a date with the huh yunjin. you couldn't blame yunjin or the guy though. it wasn't their fault, and it was clearly yours.

if only you plucked up your courage to tell yunjin how you felt.

if only you were a little braver.

if only you could be more than best friends.

countless 'if only' thoughts flooded your head as you tried to snap yourself out of it.

you don't know how long you had been standing in that position for, in front of your wardrobe, in silence, as you turn to look back at yunjin, who hadn't said a word ever since you asked her that question.

"jenn?"

"huh?" yunjin's eyes widened slightly, as if you popped her out of her little bubble.

"you alright?" you concerningly gaze at her.

"yeah. i'm okay." yunjin gave you an uncertain smile as a frown grows on your face.

"sorry, what was the question again? i didn't catch it." yunjin apologises as your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. something was definitely being a bother in the taller girl's mind.

you know yunjin well. this was one of the things you liked about yunjin. you liked the way how she would give her full attention to whoever the speaker was, making sure they felt like they were being heard and never left out. always looking at them in the eyes and never anywhere else until they're done speaking.

"i asked you how was the date."

"oh..." was all you heard for a minute. "well... it was... okay... i guess..."

i guess?

the amount of hesitation in her voice made you turn around to face her. seeing her shuffle her feet and shifting her weight from one leg to the other. how her fingers were fidgeting nervously. you observed how she was biting on her bottom lip. you could also see how she was slightly breaking out in cold sweat.

cold sweat? didn't she say she was cold earlier?

you knew yunjin was lying. but why?

"jenn. it's not my first day knowing you." you reached out for her hand and squeezed it gently. "are you sure it was okay?"

"no..." you sighed softly, a small smile on your face.

"you wanna tell me how it went?" as you tilt your head and leaned a little closer to her, trying to get a closer look at her face.

"..."

"it's okay if you don't want to tell me about it, jenn." you gave her a tight-lipped smile, "did it go well though?"

the shake of her head and her gaze dropping to the floor was all you needed to pull her into a hug.

"it's alright, jenn. you'll find someone better." the words rolled off your tongue bitterly, having to think about yunjin finding someone better, maybe even better than you.

you rubbed her back soothingly and patted it gently. you tried to pull away from the embrace, only for yunjin to grip onto you tighter.

"yunjin?" you turned your head, trying to get a look at the taller girl. however, she didn't give you the chance to, as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"you're so warm. please hold me for a while more."

her words sent a flush to your cheeks.

"i could hold you forever." was what you would have said. but once again, the words couldn't come out of your throat, running away like a coward.

"you need to go and take a bath, jenn. i can't let you catch a cold." you made up an excuse, trying to get away from yunjin. you were trying your best to keep your emotions at bay, hoping that she doesn't hear your rapid heartbeat, threatening to jump out of your chest.

"i'll tell you what happened during the dinner," as yunjin tightened her hold around you, as if you were going to disappear into thin air.

"w-what happened?" you stammered a little, trying to prepare yourself for whatever yunjin is going to say.

"he... stood me up." you can feel yunjin gripping onto the back of your shirt even tighter.

"it's okay, jenn. he doesn't deserve you."

do i deserve you?

"i waited for about... three hours? i messaged him but there wasn't any reply, then i came here." you could tell yunjin was upset, but not to the point of tears as you rubbed her back once again.

"so you haven't had dinner?"

yunjin let out a dry chuckle, "nope. he said he was going to pay so i didn't bring my wallet with me."

"you didn't know he was going to be an asshole and ghost you just like that. how could he?" you ranted as you felt an anger bubble rising in you.

"some people are just like that, i guess."

you pull away from the embrace and suggested, "how about this? why don't you go and take that warm shower and i'll try to cook something up for you?"

"you don't have to put in all that effort for me, y/n."

"why not? i'm doing it because it's you. because it's for you."

the words that came out of your mouth surprises not only you but yunjin as well.

"w-what?"

"i- i said i'm doing it because it's for you?"

"oh- oh..."

a silence came across the both of you and you played with your hands, not knowing what to do.

you stared at her lips unconsciously, and you swear you saw her eyes flicker to yours too.

i like you so much but i can't... say it to your face... your lips... look so kissable...

"i- i like you too y/n."

what?

"i said i like you too."

you stared at the girl in front of you, who's still a little bashful, right after confessing to you.

putting everything aside, "are you a mind reader...? or what? how did you know what was i thinking?"

"you were thinking aloud...?"

"oh..." as your voice grew softer, your face flushing crimson red in embarrassment. "w-what about the guy? i thought- you... liked him!"

"i've always liked you from the beginning. it's just... it seemed like i didn't have a chance with you..." yunjin trails off.

"are you kidding me? i thought i didn't have a chance with you."

"both you and i have a chance now. and should i pretend that i didn't hear how you said my lips were so kissable?" yunjin teased you with a playful glint in her eyes.

"i said that too? oh my god. shut up, please don't talk about it." you were sure yunjin could see steam coming out from your reddened ears as you tried to cover your face that was burning up.

"it's a good thing i like you back, n/n." yunjin smiles at you, seeing how flustered you got gave her an extra boost to mess you up a little more, "your lips are really kissable too by the way."

your eyes widened as you didn't know how to function. hearing yunjin's giggle, you could feel your face heating up once again as your heart swelled for many reasons. "i'll go... and make the food- right. yes. see you later." you rushed out of the door with yunjin's laughter filling in the background as you accidentally closed the door a little hard, too occupied with muttering curses at yourself and smacking your forehead.

yunjin's heart raced and she internally screamed as she replayed your words in her head.

"because it's you. because it's for you. your lips look so kissable..."

she couldn't tell how red her face blushed as the warmth she felt minutes ago was now gone. she missed having your arms around her. she missed the warmth you gave her.

yunjin stuttered over her words, her strong front crumbling down now that you were not in the room with her as she made her way to the bathroom with a love-stricken smile, "i c-can't believe y/n just said- just said that."

happy valentines day everyone!

[helluvahotelfan]

(Soul currently owned by @askoverlordvox )

(Profile picture and photo below both drawn by me~)

Hello! The name is Jenn, and I am the newest employee of VoxTek! Occassionally I'll have a drink at Husk's bar at the Hazbin Hotel after a long day of work and chat with the residents there, but my main goal is to survive here in Hell and excel at my job working under Mr. Vox.

Upon arrival, and after a pleasant conversation, Mr. Vox was kind enough to offer me a job at VoxTek in exchange for my soul (small price to pay if you ask me, although others I've spoken to are trying to tell me I've done a bad thing).

Anyway, if you have ideas that would help us with products here at VoxTek, send them my way and I will run them by my superiors. Who knows? Your suggestions could be the next big thing!

A bit about me, the mod/person behind Jenn!

34 female. She/her. Working mom and wife. I'm a bit new to the whole Helluva/Hazbin fandom, and I would like to think I'm a casual fan (but I did make an OC, so call it how you see it I guess). IRL name is Jenn, I figured it was a common enough name to use for my sinner name *shrugs*.

[eureka-its-zico]

Violent Delights

Summary: On a trip with your father to Shanghai, your caravan is overrun. You are taken back to a compound of one of the most ruthless Mafia bosses in all of China: Enishi Yukishiro. Who was in need of a new plaything. 

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x f!reader

Words: 3.3k

A/N: I apologize in advance for the filth. This is literally 99.9% smut and 1% filth. I blame @pauking5  for indulging me too much with wanting to write Enishi. But also the minute she told me she couldn't find too many reader insert fics for him my body felt COMPELLED to make this for her so....I hope you enjoy this filth I made you lol. I’m like sorry, but not? Because he doesn’t give me cute smiles and rainbow vibes. He gives me spit in my mouth and make me call you daddy vibes. I hope someone out there enjoys the filth. 🖤 Much love, Jenn

Warnings: This shit is dark besties. It’s dark. Mentions of kidnapping. Dubious consent. Mafia trope. Knife play. Harem. Mentions of violence. Fingering. Its Smut. It's Filth. Please do not read if you are not 18+ (If I miss anything please let me know).

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The smell of sex was beginning to overpower the room. The sounds of her moans grew louder and out of control. It was the wet sound of him thrusting into her, his hands keeping her steady as his hips pistoned into her. 

She was only growing louder with each thrust and you hated it. You wished she would shut up. That he would find a new toy to torment in the seclusion of the prison that was his bedroom. It’s been three whole days since he and his men had descended on your father's caravan. Three days of being housed inside this room and unable to leave it.

Like the previous nights before, he’d stationed you in different areas of the room. Areas that allowed you to perfectly see - to watch - as one of his concubines rode him. While he fucked them into an oblivion that left them dazed and unable to walk by the time he finished. 

Tonight, Enishi forced you to sit at the edge of his bed while he’d chosen to fuck one of the many girls in the chair he sat in now. You could still remember when she first walked in the door - the way he’d laid her over the intricate table that sat in between the two chairs in the bedroom, lifting her skirts to expose her to the room. To you. The lewd noises that followed as he licked and sucked at her cunt caused her to practically howl his name as she came. 

Enishi. 

The nice one - you’d forgotten her name - explained the best she could through the language barrier that they were concubines. 

You’d heard of tales from your father and mother when they’d come back from their grand adventures about women like this. Kingdoms where the kings got to have their wives and children and women just like her on the side. Women who did whatever was sexually asked of them and took whatever the man did because it was their duty. Deemed only for the pleasure they could bring and not conversation or substance. 

Just their body. Just their cunt. 

You could feel your cheeks burning as you focused on the edges of your dirty dress. You tried counting the frayed edges of one side that had torn when they’d ripped you from the carriage. The mud that had smeared on one side where you’d been dragged had completely dried and now began to flake. You ran your fingers over the dried dirt and watched it turn into sand with each rub of your finger. 

It would’ve been a solid distraction if the sudden octave from the concubine hadn’t increased. If she didn’t shout in surprise that left you involuntarily turning to make sure she was alright. 

Of course, she was alright. Enishi had simply changed positions. He’d moved her to be face down against the same round table from earlier, but now her hips were angled up to take each punishing thrust that he gave her. The sound of skin on skin filling the room back up at a punishing speed. 

It wasn’t the sight really that made a heat wave start across your skin that threatened to burst from your chest from sheer embarrassment. It wasn’t the angle he had her in either. 

Enishi was looking at you. 

Dark brown eyes bore into you as he held the concubine's arms back behind her. His body pinned her to the edge of the table so she had nowhere to run. Just like you. He continued to watch you as she came; her walls squeezing him as she struggled to get away from him as he continued to fuck her. 

You refused to look at him or acknowledge him at all. What you hated the most was that you already knew what he was planning to do. 

The first time he’d done this was two days prior. The first day you’d been kidnapped and held at his compound. He’d fucked two girls that night and you’d been more than impressed at his stamina. You’d tried to look away from him. He was your father's killer, for Christ's sake, and yet…

He was all tight corded muscle and shamelessly walked around the room naked and exposed. The first time you’d seen his cock it had been slick and wet from recent sex with one of the girls. His cock was still hard and had an enticing vein that ran down its side, begging for you to look. Enishi had a good length but what replayed in your mind was how thick he was. Insanely thick is what you shamelessly remembered and you hated how your body reacted as you shamefully rubbed your legs together to get some form of friction. 

The second day was when he’d noticed it. The way your legs moved under all that fabric of the skirts of your dress desperate for friction to ease the ache that had started at your core. With each snap of his hips and the cry of pleasure that came from one of the girls it sent you spiraling. You hated it. Felt betrayed by your own body. 

After he’d finished and sent the girls back to their room he casually came over to the chair he’d forced you to sit in. The same one he’d been in tonight. You tried to ignore him as he came over in nothing but a robe with the front still leaving him exposed. Your mind was worried about so many different possibilities of what he might do to you, that you never expected him to grab you by the throat and force you back into the chair. His feet kick your legs wide apart. 

Enishi controlled you easily. The way he applied just enough pressure to arch your back until you looked at the ceiling. His deep baritone resonated over your skin in his native tongue. You couldn’t tell what he was saying and had no way of knowing what it was. You just knew whatever he said as he lifted your skirts, was filthy. 

His knees kept your legs open enough that his free hand made its way through your undergarments to touch your wet cunt. You could still remember the devilish smirk that stretched across his lips as he continued to speak to you. 

Was he calling you a good girl or something or worse maybe? He could’ve been calling you his little slut for all you knew or even hinting that you liked it; like watching him devour the women he brought to his bed. Something nowhere near endearing and more centered around stripping you of every last ounce of what dignity you had left. You struggled to fight against him. To break free and do…what? 

Even if you somehow magically removed his hand from your throat and got away you had nowhere to go. Just outside the door of his bedroom were an endless number of guards. They would easily stop you and bring you back. 

Those same nimble fingers that touched at the edge of your cunt now moved between your folds. A soft whimper left your throat that you wish you would have swallowed back down. The pads of calloused fingers grazing your swollen clit wasn’t enough friction for release, but it was enough to bring your desire flaring up. 

Enishi pulled his hand back from you to find it covered in your juices. You watched as he played with it, his fingers scissoring to make a slow string appear. It was lewd. Vile. Yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Your heart now thundering for another reason as you watched him take your body’s betrayal between his lips and suck his fingers clean. 

Like clockwork, you heard him pull out. The lack of sound of skin on skin made the room achingly quiet. His words were sharp, demanding, and harsh as he took her by the head and pushed her towards his cock. His hand fisted it as he pulled long hard jerks leaving strings of come to lace over her waiting tongue - with his eyes glued to you. 

You fought not to shiver or let your hands curl in your lap as your heart hammered in your chest. 

Steady breathing. Deep…steady…breaths…

You faintly heard him dismiss her. Your eyes catch her hurrying back into her kimono and tying it sloppily. However, the look Enishi was giving her was enough to inform her plainly her usefulness was over. 

You’d seen what he could do that day he tore your world apart. The finesse he carried shattering bones and the ease of snuffing out life. You’d seen it in the way he handled some of the women he brought to his bed. All it took was one wrong move - word - and their moans turned to sharp whimpers before they were dismissed. 

There wasn’t any denying that Enishi was a man possessed by the devil and full of rage. He was terrifying, but also…

The sound of the door slamming shut behind the concubine brought you back to the room. Your heart was beginning to race as you realized you’d zoned out, leaving yourself unprepared for whatever was about to happen. A majority of the time he left you alone. He’d stare at you or move around you like you weren’t even in his room, except yesterday was different. 

Today felt different.

Enishi wasn’t anywhere near you, however, and you felt yourself breathe easier. Maybe you would get lucky and he would go back to treating you like a nuisance trapped inside his room. A nuisance he created. 

He was standing next to his desk and it only took a flick of your eyes to know he wasn’t dressed. He was still naked. It only meant one thing. Suddenly, you were confident to try and run away from this room - from him. The alarm in your head only grew louder as he poured himself a drink from the whiskey canter and set it back on the desk. 

He’d started talking and you weren’t sure if it was at you or to you. It was growing increasingly difficult to not grow more frustrated at the language barrier between you. The only good thing was spitting and the middle finger was a universal “fuck you” from the universe. 

You dared to spare a look up from where you sat on his bed. It was then you saw the wakizashi in his hand. The sheath missing and the blade glinted angrily in the light. Your mouth was suddenly dry, and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to retreat. Your hands flew back on the soft sheets to try and pull you away; desperate to get some space. 

In one swift motion, Enishi tipped what was left in his glass into his mouth and launched it against the wall. The glass shattered immediately on impact and sent sharp fragments flying across the room with one scratching across your face. You screamed as you felt the sting of the air as it entered the fresh cut. You were concerned about whether you would crawl back into the glass when a hand wrapped around your bare ankle and tugged.

A fresh scream rose in your throat and just as you were about to release it, the wakizashi was pressed tightly against your throat. It was close enough that if you swallowed too hard you might just get cut. Enishi pulled you back down to the bed with your legs spread to make room for him. The duvet that had bunched at the end from your struggle was the only thing that saved you from feeling his cock pressed against you. 

Enishi waited until he had your ass barely on the edge of the bed, the rest hanging off and controlled by his waist. This was the closest you’d ever been to him. Your eyes hungrily took in the sight of the muscles in his stomach and the definition in his chest. The veins in his arms that shamelessly matched the veins in his cock. 

Enishi was raw power and if it wasn’t for the fact he had the wakizashi to your throat maybe you would’ve appreciated him more. What were you even thinking? This was the man who’d set your whole world on fire. Kidnapped you and left you a prisoner in a foreign land and at his mercy. 

A fire of rage lit up inside you and you no longer cared about being complacent. Safe. You wanted to tear him apart. Enishi noticed the change because a wry smile of a challenge lit up his face and when you went to move away from him, your hands clawing at his chest, he easily grabbed your arms and pressed them down. He did the same with the blade of the wakizashi and you felt the first warm trickles of blood slide down the side of your throat.  

He leaned forward until your faces were almost touching. His eyes peeked out from the blades of his air like a tiger in the grass. The richness of his voice smoked across your skin. All words you couldn’t understand, but the body language you could. 

He would kill you if you did it again. You were kept alive on the whim of entertainment for him. You wanted to spit at him. Tell him to fuck off just to see if he would do it. Death had to be better than this. 

The train of reasoning and fury came to an end when you felt the first traces of his fingers at your entrance. Panic flooded you while you realized he’d worked the skirts of your dress up leaving you exposed to the room - to him. 

“No.”

It came out rushed and through your nose. You tried to pull your arms free from under the forearm that held them, blade at your throat be damned, but Enishi was a mountain of strength and you had none left. You were still wet and you hated the way it made you seem wanton. 

Enishi mumbled one last thing before you felt two fingers push their way inside you. The reaction he received was instant. A moan sharp and wild burst from your mouth and enveloped the room. The sound was all the permission Enishi needed to start thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt.

You wanted to tell him to stop - to tell yourself that you didn’t want this as Enishi buried his fingers knuckle deep over and over. His fingers curved upwards deliciously and you found your back arching against the sheets. A fresh sting from the blade carving across your skin as one hand grabs at his forearm and the other bunch in the sheets. 

God, you hated the way you were coming undone for him. The way your cunt tightened hungrily around his fingers to pull him in deeper in hopes of feeling fuller. The only way that would happen would be to feel the delicious stretch only his cock could provide. You wouldn’t go there. Wouldn’t allow this monster anymore of your body. 

With the hand on his forearm, you tried to make him stop and only succeeded in feeling the muscles work below the skin with each thrust from his wrist. 

Slowly, he removed the wakizashi from your neck and drew the blade across your collarbone. Even lower it continued until you heard the sound of fabric ripping as it was sliced open. Enishi timed each shred into the fabric with each pump from his wrist. When he finished the whole front of your dress - the last of the life you’d owned - was bared open exposing your breasts to him. 

One minute the blade was there then gone and replaced with the rough pads of his hand as they groped each breast. His fingers took the raised buds between calloused fingers that gently pinched.

Your body reacted to every touch of his hand on your skin and the demands it placed on it. Your hips were now moving in a desperate rhythm to meet his fingers. Your hand still locked on his forearm while the sheet was fisted in your hands. The duvet cradling around your head and practically smothering you as a throaty moan of, “Fuck,” came from you. You tried to smother it inside the duvet, refusing to let him hear just how good you felt with his fingers knuckle deep inside you. 

You pulled the duvet closer with your head turning to greet the soft fabric when it was ripped painfully out of your hand. The hand that had been at your breasts now was at your face squeezing it hard and forcing you to look at him. 

Enishi growled something - you could only assume it dealt with ownership. Whatever sounds you made belong to him and for him alone because as he spoke his thumb pressed down against your clit and rubbed in circles as the pace between your thighs grew brutal. The stimulation tore a moan from you instantly and you tried to pull your face away but Enishi held tight forcing you to fall apart as he watched. 

With the dual stimulation, it didn’t take long for your orgasm to build. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as your breathing became labored. 

Again, he spoke to you. His voice caresses along your skin like an extension of his hands. His thumb flicked up on your clit and he released his hold on your face allowing it to fall back on the pillows. This time you didn’t try and cover all the sounds he fucked out of you with his fingers. 

Just as your orgasm was about to crest Enishi brought his mouth down against his breast and bit down. His teeth tearing into the soft flesh turning your panting moans into a scream. Suddenly, your orgasm hit you with a violent intensity. The feeling of you gushing all over his hand - his bed - made your body feel euphoric as your orgasm rolled through you but the violence of his teeth imprinting against the tender flesh of your breast edged it towards pain. 

You knew he was marking you on purpose. One part because he could and the other because you were property - his property. 

When the aftershocks of your orgasm began to fade you were greeted with pain. Enishi pulled his mouth away from your breast and a wicked smile beamed down to greet you- a tint of your blood staining his lips. Again he spoke to you and again you wished you knew either the Japanese he spoke or the Cantonese he used whenever he spoke to most of the men who entered his office. You wish you could tell him how much you hated him and that he could claim you like this as many times as he wanted, but that hatred would never dull or fade. 

He must have seen it on your face because that smile spread into laughter as he pulled away from you. He was still completely nude and uncaring as he grabbed a towel and tossed it in your direction. Enishi gave you one last look before his bare feet padded towards the bathroom. 

You’d been dismissed. Just another toy he proved to himself he could have in the many at his disposal. You tried to remain calm as you sat up at the edge of the bed. Your hands shook uncontrollably as you took the towel he’d tossed and began to clean up what you could. 

The front of your dress was completely ruined. You weren’t even able to fold it over you. Fresh tears sprang to your eyes as you realized you had nothing left and maybe that was how Enishi wanted it. No family to come looking for you. Lost in a foreign land and kidnapped by the head of a criminal organization. He would take what he wanted because you weren’t strong enough to fight him or deny him. And maybe Enishi’s goal all along was to make the only person you could depend on be him. 

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As always, thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

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[ultrameganicolaokay]

The Strange Case of Harleen & Harley by Melissa Marr and Jenn St-Onge. Cover by St-Onge. Out in September.

"A new YA take on how Harleen became Harley!

When Harleen signs up to participate in a clinical research trial with her girlfriend, Pamela, her only goals are extra cash and a chance to control her anxiety. But what she gets instead are increasingly larger gaps in her memory and stolen mementos from some guy named Jack. Soon, Harleen discovers she’s sharing her life with Harley—a take-no-prisoners, who-cares-about-attendance, maybe-we-oughtasave- the-bunnies kind of girl. She is the opposite of Harleen in every way. And although she’s throwing Harleen’s life completely off track, maybe she ain’t so bad either…

New York Times bestselling author Melissa Marr (Wicked Lovely) and celebrated artist Jenn St-Onge (Bingo Love) explore the twisted transformation from Harleen to Harley in this compelling YA graphic novel!"

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

shoutout to ej caswell for:

overcoming and moving past everything that happened in season three for his own good

accepting that he was only going to be held down by his father’s unfulfillable expectations and distancing himself from him

managing to work four jobs and go to school but still attend clubs

doing things for himself and not because he feels like he needs to do things to live up to some perfect ideal

being the nerd of his new friend group <3

giving ricky the advice he’s really needed to hear since the past few seasons and guiding him through his problem

(and more or less being the backbone of the show whilst doing it because who knows what ricky would’ve done next if ej hadn’t been there to give him that tough love honestly.)

having a good conversation with gina about their breakup and just going with it when she told him about the movie

listening to miss jenn and honestly giving his take on her situation

for being everyone’s therapist and advice giver this season and just vibing with it the entire way

trying to boost ashlyn’s confidence about maddox, then helping them get together with the tree trunk he carved their names in way back when in season three when he predicted they would get together! our boy sees the future

agreeing to take the role of coach bolton when it was spontaneously offered to him on opening night and still managing to pull through with a great performance

and all in just two episodes!

gonna miss you, elton john caswell, king that you are. thank you for your service.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Year One (II)

Part Five of Three Years

Year Three | Masterlist |

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only.

Length: 8.5K

Notes: ….Hi! It’s the final part!! And only a week late!!! Thank you for reading 💖

Warnings: Cursing; angst; enemies to enemies who fuck to lovers; tech-talk; angst (I know I said it before but really); Nathan being Nathan; vaginal sex; fingering; creampie; choking; oral sex (male and female receiving)

Summary: Keeping Bateman off your mind isn’t so difficult, once you get down to it. Sure, there’s a little a bit of a lull. At the start, hearing him on the odd conference call throws you off for a few moments. In the midst of taking notes, your mind will flash to the sound of him grunting low in your ear, the memory of the press of his body against yours, and the phantom weight of his hand heavy on your throat.

BlueBook’s campus is stunningly large and confusing. Sc(ai)le is a far smaller operation, and is likely to remain so, and you’d been certain when you signed the contract that this vast new environment would be well out of your realm of familiarity. But receiving a map for the BlueBook campus along with your other documentation for orientation made your stomach churn. The differences are staggering. BlueBook’s Silicon Valley office has four separate buildings. 3/4ths of the parking lot is designed for electric vehicles; regular vehicles have parking furthest from the main building. There are multiple cafeterias and cafés on the premises. There are designated nap rooms. 

Maybe it’s an archaic approach, but you go out of your way to print out the map that was sent to you ahead of your first day. When you pull up for work your first morning, you are insanely happy that you did. You stop in the lobby once you get your badge, eyeing the print-out as people simply stride past you like you aren’t even there. You’re almost alright with that. You don't really want to explain who you are to some random BlueBook employee as you ask for help. But this behavior also lays the company’s culture plain. If you were at Sc(ai)le, at least one person would stop and ask if you needed help. Here, moving into a junior leadership position, you’re completely invisible. 

--  

“Sooo, how are the new digs?” 

“...They’re fine,” You fib to Jenn, looking around at the office. It’s not a complete lie; they’re not bad. Your name is on the door; the size is about the same as your old office. But where your office at Sc(ai)le had been bright and open, this feels…Closed in. It doesn’t have the same fishtank quality, and where your old office had initially left you feeling exposed, this office makes you feel like you’re sitting in a file box on a shelf somewhere. There’s a window behind you, but it faces another building, and doesn’t let in nearly the same amount of light as your previous office.  

“Uh-oh.” 

“Uh-oh?” You frown, “What ‘uh-oh’?” 

“I know that tone. What’s wrong with it?” 

“Nothing’s wrong with it!” 

“You sure? I don’t wanna brag, but I know the guy in charge, and I can put in a good word.” 

“Oh, yeah,” You scoff a laugh, “Bring my problem to Bateman for me, that’s all I need.” 

Jenn goes quiet for a few seconds before she hedges, “I thought you guys were better now.” 

You raise your hand, scrubbing it across the back of your neck as you fight back a sigh. 

“We are,” You insist, “I just mean, you know…Even if Bateman did like me, this would so put me on his shit list. And I need to watch my step around here. It’s different now.” 

“Yeah,” Jenn agrees, “It is.” 

You can hear the creaking of her office chair, and practically picture her twisting back and forth in it. 

“Can we do dinner at the end of this week?” You ask, hoping that she won’t call you on the subject change. “I want all of the dirt, you know. Hear how it’s going with my fearless leadership.”

“Sure.” It’s a relief as her tone shifts, as you can practically hear her smile. “Friday? Saturday? Sunday?” 

“Friday, please. I’m guessing I’ll need all weekend to recover.” 

“You’re damn right,” She chuckles. “Friday it is.” 

“I’ll text you some options before I make any reservations.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Alright. Have a good day, Jenn.”

“You, too, girlie.” 

You smile, lowering your phone and hanging up. You’re about to set it on the desk when your phone flashes with another call. You grimace at the sight of the contact, despite the way that your stomach flutters. You consider not answering it at all—and then swipe to answer it right before it can go to voicemail. 

“Took you long enough.” Nathan doesn’t give you a chance to say a thing before he’s filling your ear. “Who were you talking to?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I got a busy signal twice.” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I wanna know.” 

“Well that’s too damn bad.” 

“I could take a guess.” 

“Feel free.” 

“...” 

“Well?” 

“I’ve decided I don’t care.” 

“Do you have a reason for calling me?” 

“Figured I’d check in, day one and all that.” 

“Nothing to report so far.” 

“Really.” 

“Nope. Had two whole meetings and got my email set up.” 

“Well look at you, you little overachiever. Usually people don’t get their email set up until their second day.” 

“You know me, I like to hit the ground running.” 

“Mhm. Listen, I’m gonna be in town this weekend—” 

“Okay—” 

“—So I’ll put something on your calendar.” 

“For what reason?” 

“To check-in.” 

“I think check-ins like this are just fine.” 

“I may as well see you while I’m in town.” 

“What for?” 

“It’s customary to take a new hire in leadership for dinner.” A pause. Then, “Why else would I want to see you?” 

You lean back in your seat, fighting the urge to squeeze your thighs together. The way he leads you into this question shouldn’t send tingles through your body. You’d forgone Bateman’s invitation to visit him before your stint at BlueBook had started, and haven’t been with him—or anyone—in a few weeks. Still, you’ve had longer dry spells. 

“I don’t know,” You pass off breezily. “You tell me.” 

“I don’t miss you,” He laughs. You think that he may mean for it to sound cruel, but you’ve come to know him a little too well, and he shockingly just manages to miss that mark. 

“Good,” You lean back in your seat a little more. “I don’t miss you, either.”

“Good.” 

“And I’m afraid I have plans this weekend, so unless you’re planning on adding some kind of bonus or overtime on this, I won’t be joining you.” 

A weighty pause, a truly stomach-churning beat before, “Fine.” 

He practically yawns it. 

“Great,” You pronounce crisply. “I have a meeting to get to, so—” 

“That’s funny, so do I—” 

“I’m gonna hop off—”

“—Happy to give you some time back.” 

“Great.” 

“Sure.” 

You draw the phone back from your ear again, rolling your eyes as his contact flashes, then disappears. Happy to give you some time back—the audacity. As if he'd put an actual meeting on your calendar for that useless call. You lean a little further back in your chair, then flail and hurriedly straighten before it can fully tip backward. Yikes, that was close. You puff out a panicked breath as you settle, tossing your phone onto the desk. 

He doesn’t miss you. Good! That’s good. You don’t miss him either. You don’t want him to miss you. You don’t need him to miss you. 

You need…To charge your vibrator. You could get on the dating apps again. It’s been a while. The last time you bothered was before you joined Sc(ai)le. Maybe the dating landscape isn’t as bad as it used to be.

You wince, shifting in your seat. You already know that you’re kidding yourself. There’s no way the apps are a good option now. They were barely a good option then. You’ll just have to up your vibrator game. There’s one you’ve had your eye on for a while, anyway. Nothing better to get with your signing bonus.

--  

Keeping Bateman off your mind isn’t so difficult, once you get down to it. Sure, there’s a little a bit of a lull. At the start, hearing him on the odd conference call throws you off for a few moments. In the midst of taking notes, your mind will flash to the sound of him grunting low in your ear, the memory of the press of his body against yours, and the phantom weight of his hand heavy on your throat. The first few times, you swallow thickly and reach for your coffee, or water, washing down the thought. Slowly, though, you manage to put a wall up. The Bateman on the phone isn’t the same guy that had fucked you, or the same guy that you slapped. 

Okay, well, technically, he is. 

But this is Business Bateman. This guy is no longer at least one level removed from your day-to-day. You’d been fucked by Bastard Bateman—Banker Bateman, even. This Bateman isn’t teasing any of you over the phone during team meetings. There aren’t hefty pauses for effect, or to bait you into answering him first. He’s to-the-point. He doesn't wait for answers; he demands them. 

After a couple of months, you manage to convince yourself that you prefer it this way. You tell yourself that you don’t miss Nathan. You don’t miss his cock, his teasing, or smacking his smug fucking face. It really is better this way. Your life is almost back to normal. Your friendship with Jenn is on a positive trend. You manage to see her at least every other week, and your smiles at the mention of Nathan’s name gradually become less forced. 

The shift is critical. Despite your relative proximity, you feel far less tense on a day to day basis. Sure, there’s an itch that just isn’t being scratched for you right now—but you’re not bracing for whatever shit Bateman may pull next, or operating with a fear that Jenn may learn just how much time you actually spend with Nathan. It still weighs on you, though. There are moments when you feel the heavy truth of it on your tongue, and you consider telling her—but the conversation otherwise feels so bright, and so easy, and you can’t bring yourself to shatter the moment. 

You’re certain Nathan hasn’t told her, either—if he had, you’d know by now. Jenn doesn’t shield her feelings well from anyone, but especially not from you. You know that her crush is still affecting her in full-force, but as far as you know, she hasn’t acted on it. The conversations about Bateman becoming part of the board would’ve backed off by now if she had. If anything, those have increased. 

Worse, from what she’s been telling you, you think that he may be considering it. You’re in no place to influence business on either end anymore. You don’t want to buzz in Jenn’s ear, insist that she take more time to think about this. She’s been thinking about this move for three years now. You don’t want buzz in Nathan’s ear about it, either. Whatever you tell him to do, you’re certain he’ll do the exact opposite to spite you. The only thing worse than impacting Jenn’s company negatively from the inside is managing to negatively impact it after you’ve left. Sc(ai)le’s direction is none of your business anymore. You need to make peace with that. 

--  

“Knock knock.” 

You can’t help but look up, stunned. You haven’t heard his voice over anything but a phone for nearly six months. That’s sort of your fault—he did offer to take you to dinner. But you didn’t trust him then. You almost don’t trust his appearance now. Frankly, seeing him shouldn’t be such surprise. You work at his company, after all. But this little sneak-attack is something that you haven’t been treated to in a very long time. 

“Hi there,” He adds, and you realize that you’ve done nothing but stare at him. 

“Hi,” You manage. “You here for a talk or are you just stopping by?” 

“Just stopping by.” He pushes himself off of the door frame, and you turn back to your laptop as he takes lazy, drifting steps around your office. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the snug fit of his polo shirt, and the swell of his ass beneath his—sweatpants. The man wore sweatpants to his own office. You can’t help but shake your head a little as you come to that realization, turning fully back to your screen. 

“You here for the All Hands?” You ask. 

“Yup.” 

“Surprised you’re not zooming in as usual.”

“I happened to be in town, figured I may as well make an appearance.”

“In sweatpants?” The indignant shock slips out before you can stop it. He just snorts, amused. 

“I have a change of clothes in my office.” 

Of course he does. 

“So,” He rounds your desk, leaning against it and watching you work, “How do you like it?” 

“The work? It’s fine.” 

“Better or worse than Sc(ai)le?” 

“Not better or worse. Just different.” 

He watches you for a few moments longer. “But BlueBook is better, right?” 

You roll your eyes a little bit, biting back a smile. 

“If it helps you sleep at night, Nathan, yes. BlueBook is better.” 

“I knew it.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“I’m telling Jenn.” 

“She’ll never believe you.” 

“...Do you still have that policy?” 

You immediately know exactly what he’s asking about, but you let out a confused, questioning hum. 

“Not sure what you mean.” 

“Really.” 

“You’re going to have to refresh my memory.”

You hear the soft huff of Nathan’s laugh, and the slight hush of him pushing off of your desk. You’re certain that he’ll just leave, but Nathan rests one hand on your desk, and the other on the back of your chair as he leans over you. 

“Well I’ve been told,” You shiver as his breath brushes your neck, “That you don’t fuck your boss.” 

“Oh, that policy.” 

“Mm.” 

“That one is still in place.” 

“Really.” 

“Firmly.” 

“That’s too bad,” Nathan sighs. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You’re fired.” 

“Sure.” You don’t even flinch. You know that he’s not serious. At least…You’re pretty sure. 

“Pack it up.” 

“Can I send this email first.” You glance back toward him, and feel a touch of relief when you find him smiling warmly at you. You shake your head a little, turning back to the screen as you fight off your own smile. 

“Thought you said I wasn’t irresistible,” You remind him. 

“You’re not.”

“And that you don’t miss me.” 

“...I don’t.” 

The pause makes your stomach flip. You swipe your tongue across your lips, considering. 

“In town for long?” You ask. 

“The next week.” 

“Alright.”

 “So?” 

“So…” You shrug, “Maybe I'll quit BlueBook for the weekend.” 

“Just the weekend?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Hm.” 

“You can’t expect me to…Quit for longer than that.” 

“You haven’t taken any vacation days, have you?” 

You scoff, turning toward him fully. 

“Excuse me, but I might have plans for that.” 

“Do you?”

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I’m making it my business.” 

“The weekend.”

“The week.” 

“The—I can’t do that.” 

“Sure you can.”

“It’s too short notice! I’d have to work out coverage.” 

“Then work it out.” Your stomach swoops as Bateman leans in a touch closer, his gaze sweeping from your eyes to linger on your lips. “Call in sick today after the All Hands and we’ll get a head start.” 

“You’re trying to get me in trouble.” 

“You’re making it harder than you need to.” 

“Your cock or your plan?” 

Nathan grins. 

“Would it shock you if I said both?” 

“Not one bit.” 

“Good.” He grips your jaw, giving it a squeeze before he lets go and straightens, turning away. “Block off your calendar. I’ll send you the address.” 

You lean back in your seat, unable to help watching him as he leaves. You wait for him to turn back, to shoot you a smile or a wink, to tell you that he’s kidding—but he doesn’t say or do a thing as he goes. You bite your lip, hesitantly turning toward your laptop again and opening your calendar. The next week doesn’t look…Too busy. There are a few status calls that you’re not necessarily needed on. The deliverables that you have could be shifted, and surely in the next week, you’ll have some time to yourself. You can bring your work laptop home with you. You wince. You’ve done a pretty good job of keeping your work out of your apartment. But hell, it’s been three and a half years. If you’re only starting to take your work home with you now, that’s pretty good. 

You have 20 PTO days. Are you seriously going to take five of them just to be at Bateman’s beck and call? 

--  

You don���t even make it to his place before it starts. 

You can’t focus through the All Hands; you’re distracted. You can’t get your head together. You sit there, going back and forth and back and forth on whether or not taking this time off is actually a good idea. You could always take the time and then go back to the office if you decide that this just isn’t working for you. But then, Nathan might talk you into staying with him for a few more days. 

How the hell did he talk you into this in the first place? 

You desperately try to swallow against your drying throat, glancing around. Everyone is engaged with what Bateman is saying up front, or splitting their attention between their laptops and phones, still answering emails and slack messages while Bateman fills them in on funding updates and the state of the company. You ought to be focusing, too, but you suddenly feel so—hot. It’s not sexy, either. It’s like your skin is prickling from the inside. You scrub your sweaty palms against the fabric of work jeans, shifting uncomfortably in your—in your seat—

You push yourself up, mumbling your apologies as you squeeze past the other people in the aisle. You don’t look back as you hurry toward the door at the back of the conference space, even as your ears catch on Nathan’s comments that the latest BlueBookTab is set to complete its final round of QA by the end of Q2. 

You wind your way through the halls, your stomach twisting with discomfort. You already put in for your time off, cited the fact that you were sick. Surely your hasty exit would’ve lent credence to that—but maybe you could still retract that PTO request. Or maybe you could—Hell, what can you do? 

You reach your office and draw in a relieved breath at the complete silence and calm. Water, you need water. You take up your water bottle, taking a greedy swig. You must’ve had too much coffee this morning, maybe that’s why you feel so—blegh, so weird. Or maybe it’s a sign. If you feel this uneasy, this unsure about spending time with Nathan, it must mean that your time likely wouldn’t be such a good idea, anyway. You can tell Nathan that. You can calmly, rationally tell Nathan that you’ve changed your mind. He won’t care—

“What’s going on?” 

You whirl around at the sound of his question. Nathan looks almost bored, and sounds mildly perplexed. 

“What are you,” You wave back toward the door, “What about the All Hands?” 

“It’s finished.” 

“...Oh.” 

“Yeah. You ran out, like, right before I wrapped things up. Did you pay any attention to the agenda?” 

“Not really, no.” 

“Why did I even hire you,” Nathan chuckles, kicking the door shut behind himself. 

“You tell me,” You bite out. Nathan rolls his eyes, further rankling the irritated nerves in your belly. 

“Relax, sweetheart. It was a joke.” 

“It wasn’t for me.” 

“You want me to tell you?” His brows raise as he walks closer. “You’re kidding me.” 

“And if I’m not?” 

“What’s wrong with you?” He presses. You push a short breath out through your nose, shaking your head as you search for the words.

“I’m just—” You clear your throat. “I’m having some second thoughts.” 

“About?” 

“This.” 

“BlueBook?” 

“This,” You clarify, waggling the finger between the two of you. 

“If you’re that worried about coverage, bring your laptop with you.” 

“Then what’s the point in leaving the office? Look,” You groan, “I’m sure you can find someone else to fuck.” 

“Sure I can. I have.” 

It’s like a slap in the face. You stare at him for a moment, stunned. 

“I—Then—” You splutter, “Why—? Are you with someone?” 

“Not with,” He plops into a chair. “Just…You know.” 

“No, I don’t know, Nathan. That’s why I’m asking.” 

“The hell does it matter to you, huh? Why are you so hung up on this?” 

“I’m not, I’m just—” 

“—You clearly are—” 

“I just want—Fuck, I don’t know, if you’re like, dating someone, I don’t wanna insert myself in whatever the hell mess that would be.” 

“I told you, I’m not with anyone,” He repeats boredly. “Satisfied?” 

You consider for a moment. Are you? You’re not sure you are. You were having reservations before he mentioned that he had found someone else to screw around with. 

“...No,” You finally determine, shaking your head. “I’m not.” 

“Fuck,” Nathan groans, tipping his head back before he pushes himself up out of the chair. “Alright, forget it. I don’t know when the hell you got so fucking boring.” 

“Excuse me?”

“What, is your listening comprehension going, too?”

“Fuck you!” 

“You had your chance, sweetheart.” 

“You wanna say that to my fucking face, Bateman?” 

Seeing him stop just a few steps from the door and whirl around to you makes your hair stand on end. 

“Which part did you miss, huh?” He spits as he grows closer, “Where’d I fucking lose you?” 

“You haven’t had me since day one, you self-centered, self-righteous asshole—” You suck in a breath as he roughly grips your jaw, shutting you up. Your heart pounds in your chest as Nathan presses close, backing you up against the harsh edge of your desk. You raise your hands, grasping Nathan’s wrist so roughly that your nails bite into his skin. His lips twitch with a contentious smile as his hips shift against yours. 

“I haven’t had you since day one where, honey? Here?” He asks in a low, cruel murmur. He nudges you back to sit on the desk before he tips his head, eyes searching yours. “This is my company, sweetheart. My name’s on the fucking door. I’ve had you the entire goddamn time.” 

His mouth covers yours before you can gripe or argue. You groan at the contact, only allowing yourself to savor it for a few moments before you bite down harshly on his plump lower lip. Nathan’s hand slips from your jaw, smoothing down to squeeze around the sides of your neck. You whimper, reaching out to grasp and twist the fabric of his collar, hauling him closer. Bateman draws back with a slick sound, peering at you as he squeezes just a little harder. Your lips remain parted, heaving in tight breaths as stars begin to crowd your eyes. You hear a sharp whine, and it’s a moment before you realize that the sound came from you. Nathan tuts and shushes you softly as he loosens his grasp. 

“There’s no lock on that door,” He murmurs, “You want everyone to come in? See you spreading your legs for me like this?” 

You hurriedly shake your head, and his smile widens. 

“Then I guess we better occupy that mouth of yours.” 

-- 

It’s a risk that you never would’ve taken in Sc(ai)le’s offices. Those hadn’t been even remotely private—if anyone had walked past when you and Bateman were there before, they would’ve seen you. Now, unless someone knocks on your door and comes in, no one will know. 

Still, your position doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. If any one walked in now, they’d see Nathan’s bare ass, and your hands grasping his hips as he thrusts into your mouth. 

Your hold on him is fairly futile. With his hand on the crown of your head, you have little range of motion. You’re hardly moving, just holding your mouth open as he thrusts roughly between your lips. Your eyes water as you peer up at him, as you watch his tongue swipe across his lips, his gaze dark as he watches you. He shoves his hips forward harder still, and you struggle to recoil as you gag, as he keeps your head locked in position. He finally lets up, and you sway backward, coughing roughly as you swipe to clear away the spit that’s leaked along the sides of your lips. You watch Nathan chuckle, grasping his slickened shaft. Your thighs twitch, sending a tingling through your wet, neglected cunt. Before he can ask—before he can demand it, or say a word, you kneel up again, taking the head of his cock between your lips. He huffs out a soft laugh, hips twitching before his hand smoothed over your cheek, thumb sweeping across your cheekbone.

“Yeah,” He coos, “I missed you, too, sweetheart.” 

You groan, sinking your nails into the meat of his thigh as you swipe your tongue along the veined underside. 

-- 

“You hungry?” 

You don’t answer right away, and maybe that’s why he presses, “Hey.” You feel him sweep his hand along your naked lower back. It makes you sag even deeper into the mattress. “You alright?”

You draw in a deep breath, leaving your eyes closed as you consider. You are aching, and sated. You feel fucked-out, and cozy, and…

“Yeah,” You finally mumble, though it’s a herculean effort. Your tongue feels heavy, and your lips feel oddly…Gluey. “I could eat.” 

You feel the bed dip, and hear the sound of his feet padding across his bedroom floor. It’s chased by the rumble of a drawer opening, and you wince as it’s then slammed shut. You roll onto your belly from your side, turning your head from the thud as another drawer is opened. You feel the bed dip again a moment later. 

“Here,” He urges, dropping some clothes within reach. “Should’ve stopped by yours to get some clothes.” 

“...Mmm.”

You hear him chuckle, and feel his hand on your cheek. 

“Open your eyes for me.” 

You finally do, blinking up at him where he’s leaning against the headboard. It shouldn’t be such a warm sight, considering the struggle in your office, but a tired smile unwittingly pulls at your lips. 

“Do we have water?” You mumble. 

“No. I’m a billionaire without access to water.” 

“Shut up,” You groan, pushing yourself back onto your back and squinting up at the harsh lighting. “What time is it, anyway?” 

“Almost nine.” 

“...In the..?” 

“Evening.” 

“Mm.” 

“Here.” 

You look up as you hear the crisp crack of a water bottle being opened. You push yourself back just a little, settling your head on his thigh and taking hold of the proffered bottle and cap. 

“Don’t spill it,” He mutters. 

“I won’t.” Probably. Maybe you will, just to spite him. God knows how many bedrooms he has, you can probably find somewhere else to sleep. You draw in a greedy gulp, then another. It’s so cool; you didn’t realize how thirsty you were. 

“Slow down,” Nathan counsels boredly as he takes his phone up from the bedside table. “You start choking on it, I’m just gonna laugh.” 

“You usually laugh when I choke,” You mumble, lowering the water. He huffs softly, nodding. 

“That’s true. What do you wanna eat?” 

“I don’t know. What do you have here?” 

“I’m gonna order something.” 

“Oh.” You think for a moment before you tip your head back to look at him. “What are you hungry for?” 

“Think we both know what I’m hungry for.” 

“That’s not hot, it just sounds cannibalistic.” 

“Don’t get too close to my phone, Clarice.” 

“Fuck, your Hopkins needs work.” 

“So?” 

“Grilled cheese,” You finally decide, closing your eyes again. “With bacon and tomato.” 

“‘Kay.” 

“And a chocolate milkshake.” 

“Alright.” 

“And fries.” 

“Thought the fries were implied.” 

“Just confirming.” 

“Cheese fries or regular fries?” 

“Mmm…Regular.” 

“Drink your water.” 

You raise your hand obediently, taking another few sips. You hear Nathan set his phone down on the bedside table after a few moments. 

“You wanna get cleaned up?” He asks, smoothing his fingers down your throat. 

“Not yet.” 

“Alright.” 

You feel Nathan’s hand rest over your throat for a moment before he lets his touch drift lower. 

“Should see if I have a turtleneck in here,” He comments. 

“Why?” 

“You’re bruising.” 

You open your eyes, surprised as you wave toward your throat. He nods, smoothing his knuckles gently along the sides of your neck. You bite your lip, considering. 

“Was I too rough?” He asks. 

You shake your head. 

“You sure?” 

You nod. 

“I need to hear it,” He insists. You huff softly, capping the water and setting aside. You push yourself up on slightly shaky arms before pressing yourself into Nathan’s side. It seems like his arm curls around your waist on instinct as you nuzzle against his neck. 

“You weren’t too rough,” You murmur. “Okay? If I’d wanted you to stop, I would’ve told you to.” 

You feel Nathan nod slightly, his hand splaying on your waist. You close your eyes, resting against him. 

“Maybe we should establish a safeword, though,” You offer after a moment. 

“Sure. Jenn.” 

“What?” 

“The safeword.” 

You reel away, socking Nathan in the shoulder as he grins smugly at you. It’s a stupid decision—your head spins from moving too fast. You rest that same hand on Nathan’s shoulder to steady yourself as you grumble, “That is not even remotely funny.” 

“C’mere,” Nathan urges. “You’re gonna make yourself sick, moving like that.” 

“Your fault,” You mumble, though you cuddle up against him again. 

“Uh-huh.” Nathan turns his head, nuzzling against your hair. 

“...Crypto,” You finally say. 

“You want your safeword to be crypto?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I hate it and it’s something I’ll remember.” 

Nathan snorts a laugh before you feel him nod. 

“Crypto it is.” He smooths his hand up your back, rubbing in small circles. You let your eyes slip shut again, allowing yourself to relax as the pressure in your head drops away. It’s strange. Even when you and Nathan fucked around before, it wasn’t quite like this. Sure, you had moments when he’d keep close, or when you didn’t get up right away, but you never made an effort to cuddle up, and he never made it a point to keep you this close. He used to relish in your discomfort, not try to lessen it. 

It’s almost frightening how long it took for you to shut him out during your time at BlueBook, and how quickly you let him back in. It took one evening for him to unravel you, beyond the bounds of your prior…What could you call it? Association? Relationship? 

“Drink your water,” He urges again. You shift a little reluctantly, leaning away from him to take hold of the bottle before leaning against him again. You yawn widely as you unscrew the cap, taking another few sips. You hold it up questioningly, and Nathan takes it, drawing in his own gulp before pressing it back into your hands. 

--  

He hovers. 

Maybe it shouldn't be such a surprise, considering how depleted you were before you got out of bed, but you never expected Nathan to be the type to…Hover. You can feel him watching you as you settle on a seat at his kitchen island, resting your chin on your hand and fighting back a yawn. You can hear him unpacking the food, popping the containers lids before pushing a few over toward you. 

“Here,” He urges. “Sit up.” 

“Ugh,” You groan, pushing yourself and opening your eyes. “Is there a straw for the milkshake?” 

Nathan pokea through the bag for a moment before he throws one toward you. You flinch, fumbling to catch it before ripping off the wrapping and jabbing it into the lid. 

“Thanks.” 

“Mm.” 

You pull in a taste, shoulders wiggling with joy as the sweetness sweeps across your tongue. You reach out, opening the container and picking up a couple of fries. You glance over as Nathan leans against the counter across from you. 

“What’d you get?” You ask, nodding toward him. 

“Veggie burger.” 

You hum, popping the fries between your lips. You have to fight the urge to cram a few more in before you’ve even finished chewing. You didn’t even realize how hungry you were. 

“Still having second thoughts?” Bateman asks. You frown, and he clarifies: “About this week.” 

You press your lips into a thin line as you consider. You pop the lid off the milkshake, dipping one of the fries inside and swirling it around. 

“Not in the same way,” You admit. 

“What’s still tripping you up?” 

“...I never told Jenn.” 

You can feel Nathan’s gaze as you reach for half of your grilled cheese. 

“Never told Jenn what?” He asks. 

“Anything, about, you know. This.” 

“You need to?” 

“No! No, not need, no,” You shake your head, “But…I’m a shit friend, you know. She likes you.” 

It’s not fair to tip her hand like this, without her knowledge, but there’s no way that Bateman doesn’t know this by now, right? Still, it’s a moment before he lets out a grunt. 

“What?” You sigh. 

“Nothing.” 

“It’s clearly something.” 

“She didn’t tell you.”

“Didn’t tell me what?” 

“Remember when I said that I found someone else to fuck?” 

It’s like he’s dumped a bucket of water over your head. You freeze mid-chew, gobsmacked, your heart dropping into your stomach as Bateman reaches out, snagging a few of your fries as if he didn’t just turn your world upside. 

“...Uh…” You shake your head, “I didn’t—I had no—When?” 

“I don’t know, last year?” 

Last year. You shake your head a little, trying to knock a response loose. 

“Wu—uh…When?” 

“After your party.” 

“The party where you asked me to come stay with you for a week?”

“Yeah. But you didn’t, so.” 

“So you fucked Jenn because I didn’t fuck you.” 

“I fucked Jen when you didn’t fuck me. You weren’t the implicit cause. That make you feel better?” 

“A little, yeah, I guess. But that doesn’t uh—weird feeling. This is a weird feeling.” 

“I’m a little surprised she didn’t tell you.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, me, too.” 

You reach for the milkshake, slugging back a gulp and wincing as brain freeze sets in. 

“You gonna get all weird about it?” Nathan asks. 

“I’m not—No. No, I’m not making this weird. I’m not gonna let this get weird. We’re gonna fuck.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

“All week, I mean we are gonna do it. A lot,” You insist, pointing at him. Nathan’s lips twitch in amusement. 

“Alright,” He concedes, holding his hands up, “Jeez. Long as you leave it attached.” 

“...Did you ever mention this to her?” You ask, waving between the two of you again. 

“No.” 

“Okay.” 

“Are you going to?” 

“If I do, I’ll give you a heads up.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Was it just the one time?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay.”

That shouldn’t make you feel superior or good, but…Well, it kinda does. You and Jenn haven’t had a tug of war over Nathan, per se, not personally. It sounds like what they had was a one night stand than a real relationship. 

Still, it’s her business, and her…Business. 

“Cut it out.” 

“What?” You blink, frowning. 

“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears.” 

“Oh—Shut up,” You gripe, throwing a fry at him. He smiles, picking it up from where it lands limply on the counter. 

“So?” He asks, “Are you staying?” 

-- 

The two of you don’t spend the entire time in bed. It’s just not physically possible, and the two of you do need breaks every now and again. Neither of you can draw yourself entirely away from work, either. You manage to contain it. You don’t let it creep into the rest of the house. You make a little space for yourself in his office, curling up in the corner of the couch and hunching over your screen and keyboard. Your time off is approved, but you still answer a few emails a day, and dial into a few status calls, just to keep up to date with what’s going on with your team. Nathan spends a fair bit of time working, too. You’re fascinated by the wall practically papered in post-its, even more fascinated still as you actually watch him work. 

For all of Bateman’s pointed teasing and distraction while you worked with one another at Sc(ai)le, he has laser-focus when he’s working on BlueBook. You don’t take the same pains to annoy him as he had with you. You’re too interested in the way that he iterates, how he conducts himself when speaking to other staff members, how he occasionally mutters to himself as he makes notes. While you’re working, it’s like you’re hardly there. He’ll catch your eye every now and again, but for the most part, he leaves you to your own devices. A time or two, when you’re dialing into the same meeting, Nathan dials in and brings his phone over to the couch so that the two of you can listen in together. 

You shift closer to him when he does, sitting side by side. Whenever Nathan unmutes, you’re careful to keep completely silent. You don’t want anyone to get even a hint that you’re there. It’s not against any company policy, but my god, it would set the team’s tongues wagging. 

After one such call, Nathan hangs up, pitching the phone into the other end of the couch and grunting, “Fuckin’ idiots.” 

You can’t help but smile. 

“You do know that I’m still here, right?” You ask. 

“You think I forgot?” Nathan turns to look at you, brows raising, “You gonna tell ‘em?” 

“What?”

“You gonna tell ‘em that I think they’re fuckin’ idiots?” He shifts toward you. You shrug, turning back to your laptop and reopening the email that you’d been drafting before the call. 

“Probably not.” 

“Oh, probably not.” 

“Freedom of speech.” 

“Freedom of speech protects you from the government, sweetheart. Not from me.” 

“I don’t need anyone to protect me from you.” 

“No?” 

“Nn-nn.” 

“You sure about that?” 

Before you can answer, Nathan snaps your laptop shut and tosses it to the floor. 

“Are you crazy?” You screech as Nathan climbs over you, steering you back onto the couch. You give his chest a shove, but it hardly moves him as he crowds against you. His hands skim up your sides, and you can’t help but grin and squirm against him as his lips cover yours. 

You think that time must be mellowing him. You’ve been with Nathan for three days straight, and you can’t help but notice a few…Differences. It goes well beyond the hovering. 

He hasn’t kissed you so much since that first night. Nathan seems to almost delight in your kisses now. He takes his time slotting himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wide as his tongue spears past your smiling lips. He doesn’t hurry things along as he used to—though in fairness, these days, you have far more time than you used to. You’re not cuddling up in some dark corner, wary of being seen, or caught. You’re not hurrying out of bed, covering up as quickly as possible and shooing him out to scrub the sweat from your skin. 

He doesn’t turn you, shove you into the wall, into the mattress, into the backseat of his car. Now, face to face, he tugs your panties aside and eases his sweatpants down just far enough to draw out his hardened cock, and ease it into your slick, aching pussy. The two of you groan against one another’s lips as he sheathes himself fully inside you. You raise your hands, cupping his cheeks and swirling your tongue along his as he plants his knees against the cushions to gain purchase. 

Nathan reaches down and hikes your shirt up as your hips press together. You shiver as he ducks his head, his beard brushing harshly over your pebbling nipple before he takes it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Nate,” You moan, fingers hooking in the fabric of his shirt. He hums, teasing the nipple lightly with his teeth before he draws back. His kisses trail up your neck, brushing over your throat. 

“Your bruises are starting to fade,” He murmurs. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm.” 

“Are you gonna fix that?” 

Nathan leans up, grinning. 

“Maybe later, baby.” 

You reach up, shoving at his chest and urging, “Up, get up.”

Nathan shifts back, sitting on the end of the couch and pushing off his sweatpants. You draw your top off and kick away your panties before you clamber onto his lap. You steady a hand on his shoulder, reaching down and grasping his length before easing down onto it. You whine softly as you settle into his lap, as he slides his hands up your back and draws you close. You lean into him, resting your forehead against his as you begin to roll your hips. 

“Come on,” Nathan urges, “You can do better than that.” 

You laugh a little, resting your hands on the back of the couch. 

“I’m doing exactly what I want.” 

“I want more.”

“Well that’s too damn ba—ad! Fuck!” You whimper as he grasps your hips, steadying you and snapping his hips up harshly. Your mouth falls open as he takes control of the pace, fucking up into you almost punishingly. 

“Nathan, goddamnit,” You breathe as his fingers press more hardly into your hips. 

“You close?” He murmurs. 

“N-no.” 

“Too bad.” 

“What do you—mean, oh, you piece of shit,” You whine as Nathan tips his head back, his hips jolting harshly as he spills into you. You reach down to play with your clit, but Nathan shoves your hand away and pushes your hips up. You frown, confused as Nathan slips down, then grin as he shoves the coffee table back. He sends it scattering as he slides down and lowers himself to sit on the floor, resting his head on the cushion and dragging your hips down to his lips. Your fingers flex in the fabric of the cushion as you peer down at Nathan. His tongue swipes across your cunt before he gives your lips a sucking kiss. Your hips quiver as he swipes his tongue against your tingling clit. You grind greedily against his questing tongue and lips, chasing your pleasure. 

“Almost,” You warn. Nathan hums against you, hurriedly lapping his tongue against your clit and grasping your hips to draw you even closer. A stunned moan leaves you as he sucks your clit, lashing his tongue against it until you’re shaking, hips rabbiting against him. Nathan moans, tipping his head to and fro and nuzzling your tender flesh as you ride out your orgasm. You push yourself off of him, flopping back onto the couch. It takes Nathan a moment to push himself up, and you groan as he drops himself on top of you. 

“Noooo,” You groan, “Get off’a me.” 

“Why.” 

“I’m all hot and sticky.” 

“I know.” 

“So are you.” 

“I know,” Nathan grins, nuzzling up against you and pressing closer. You whine, kicking your feet irritatedly.

“You’re awful,” You mumble, looping your arms around his shoulders regardless. He grunts, peppering your neck with tender kisses. 

“I know that, too.” 

-- 

“I’m going to have to tell her.” 

“Have to?” 

You meet Nathan’s eye in the mirror as you dab foundation over the newly blooming bruises on your neck. 

“Have to,” You nod. 

Nathan leans in the doorway of the bathroom, watching you closely. He seems to be considering it before he nods a little. 

“Alright.” 

“Are you okay with—” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay.” 

“What are you going to tell her?” 

“That…That we fuck.” 

“Okay.” 

“What else would I tell her?” 

“No, that’s accurate. I was just curious.” 

“We can talk about the verbiage—”

“We fuck,” He agrees. “It’s fine.” 

“Okay,” You nod, directing your gaze back toward the mirror and pumping some more foundation onto your beauty blender. 

“That what you’re going in?” 

You glance down toward your outfit—your jeans, and one of Nathan’s t-shirts. 

“Yeah,” You shrug. “We’re just grabbing bagels, nothing fancy.” 

“Are you gonna be long?” 

“Jeez,” You laugh. “No, dad.” 

“Hey,” He pushes off of the door frame, sauntering closer. “We’ve only got a couple more days here. I’m heading back soon.” 

“I know.” 

“So?” 

“So I told you, I won’t be long.” 

“Good.” 

“You’re such a big baby,” You mumble as Nathan cuddles up against your back. You smile as his hands smooth over your hips and belly. 

“You’re a goody two-shoes that can’t lie to people.” 

“Yeah, god forbid I have a conscience. I’m really not coming up with the short end of the stick here.” 

“You aren't coming up with the short end of anything,” Nathan murmurs, rolling his hips against you. You snort, swatting back at him. 

“Cut it out, you perv. I’m gonna be late.” 

-- 

“...Are you going to say anything?”

You don’t think she will for a few long moments. Jenn’s expression is frighteningly unreadable. She roughly swallows the large bite of bagel that she'd taken before she clears her throat, setting the bagel back down. 

“Let me get this straight,” She leans back in her seat. “You have spent the last…What, three and a half years telling me, swearing up and down that you hate him—” 

“I think ‘swearing’ is a little strong—” 

“—And now you’re telling me that you’ve been fucking him? For a year?”

“...Ish,” You nod, “It’s, um…Maybe closer to a year and a half. Although—That’s elapsed, if we went by the amount of time we actually spent, it’s probably closer to…Six months?” 

“Oh, if it’s elapsed.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Well that makes it sooo much better.” 

“Yeah, I thought it—...You’re being sarcastic.” 

“God, you’re so smart.” 

“Look, Jenn, I know this seems kinda bad on the face of it—” 

“It doesn’t seem bad. It is bad.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Well, that makes me feel much better.” 

“I didn’t mean to—” 

“You knew that I liked him!” 

“...Yeah,” You lower your gaze to your untouched food. “I did. What I did was shitty, I’m not pretending it’s not. I should’ve told you after the first time it happened, and it shouldn’t have happened again. Frankly, it…It probably shouldn’t have happened at all.” 

Jenn pushes a sigh through her nose as she raises her hands, scrubbing them over her face. 

“Do you like him?” She asks after a few moments. 

“What’s that got to do with anything?” 

She shoots you a disbelieving look as she lowers her hands, and you hold your own up in concession. 

“I think, it’s just…” You consider for a few moments. “When it started, it was…Angry. I was angry, I was mad at him, and the sex kinda worked some of that out. I’m not mad at him like that anymore. I’m not even angry about that entire situation anymore, I’m…I guess I like him,” You finally concede. “Not like-like—Christ, I sound like a teenager, I just mean, um…” You shake your head. “We’ve reached…An amicable place.” 

“And that place is his bed?” 

You bite back a laugh as you nod a little bit, “Sometimes.” You watch Jenn for a few moments, taking in the furrow of her brow and the thin press of her lips. “How pissed are you?” 

“...I’m not gonna pretend I’m happy about it.” 

“I’m not asking you to.” 

“You should’ve told me.” 

“I know. I honestly didn’t think it would keep happening, but it did.” 

“Even now?” 

“...Yeah.” 

“Wow.” 

“Sorry.” 

Jenn huffed a stunned laugh, shaking her head. 

“I need to process this.” 

“I totally get that. Take your time.” 

“Gee, thanks for your permission.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“...Are you wearing his shirt?”

-- 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not really.” 

“Talk about it anyway.” 

You roll your eyes, looking down at Nathan. His chin is resting on your belly, smoothing his hands along your thighs. You sigh softly, shifting slightly under him.

“It could’ve been worse,” You concede. “She didn’t, like…Flip, but she wasn’t happy about it. Obviously.” 

“Didn’t think she would be.” 

“No, me neither.” 

“Well thanks, Mr. Smarty Pants.” You sigh, smoothing your hand over his head and honing in on the feeling of the his buzzed hair against your palm. “I’m gonna have to give her space for a while.” 

“She ask you to?” 

“No, but when Jenn is mad like this, she needs…Time. She comes back to me, not the other way around. I can’t push.”  

“What if she doesn’t come back?” 

Maybe he means it as a harmless hypothetical, but the prospect makes you feel queasy. It’s a thought that you’ve been grappling with all afternoon, that had caused tears to prickle in your eyes as you’d driven back to Bateman’s place. You shake your head wordlessly, swallowing thickly and directing your gaze toward the ceiling. 

“Okay,” He concedes. You smooth your hand down to his nape, letting your eyes close as you draw in a deep breath. It’s strange to find comfort in the way Nathan covers your body with his and nuzzles into your neck. He shouldn’t be so sweet with you, not after everything that the two of you have been done. But he cuddles close nonetheless, taking your hands in his and settling into silence. 

--  

“You gonna miss me?” 

He is teasing now. You glance up from your laptop as you sit on Nathan’s bed, watching him sort through his dresser drawers and draw out a few items to pack for his trip home. 

“...Yeah,” You admit after a few moments. “I think I am, a little bit.” 

He casts a surprise glance over his shoulder. 

“You can always come up and see me.” 

“After the week off I just took? No, I don’t think I always can.” 

“Figure of speech.” 

“Inaccurate.” 

“You gonna cry when I take off? Throw yourself onto the tarmac in front of the jet?” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna actually stay here, waste away in this bed without you.” 

Nathan turns toward you again, tossing a shirt in the direction of the duffel bag before he climbs onto the bed beside you. 

“Close it,” He urges. 

“Almost done here.” 

“Close it now.” 

“If you shut it on my fingers and throw it again, I’m gonna punch you in the nards.” 

Nathan snorts, sliding down against the headboard and resting his head on your shoulder. You can’t help but smile at the warmth and weight of him beside you, and the way he repositions his head to get more comfortable. You finally finish your email before you make a big show of closing the laptop and setting it aside. 

“Can I help you?” 

Nathan turns his head, nudging his nose against your neck. 

“You could stay here,” He offers. 

“I like my place. Besides, I don’t have any of my shit here. I’ve been wearing your clothes, like, all week.” 

“I know. Looks good.” 

You smile, shaking your head. 

“I don’t wanna stick around when you’re not here, Nathan.” 

“And if I am around?” 

“...Might be nice,” You shrug, looking down at your discarded laptop. “But you’re not around much.” 

“That could change.” 

Your stomach flips at the assertion, and as Nathan looks up at you, you force a neutral expression. 

“If it’s in the best interest of the company, then sure, I guess,” You excuse. You finally chance a glance toward Nathan, and find him watching you closely. 

“...I’d like it,” You admit softly. Nathan nods, murmuring, “Alright.” 

You nod, looking down at your lap. You'd said three little words, but they feel so dangerous. Your nerves turn to the fluttering of butterflies as he presses a tender kiss to your jaw. 

“You’re just adorable,” Nathan murmurs, and you grin at the mocking sincerity in his tone. 

“Yeah, well. You’re short.”

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[ajortga]

lead, part 2

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

a/n: alright y'all, let's pretend beauty and the beast is fine for this musical and let's pretend prince adams/ the beast isn't a man in this scenario i was singing along to spotify so i was like im doing it.

i finally did it and i wanted to add some more plots.. we'll see what might happen..

-

As Mrs. Jenn came up to you, she handed you a script that held a lot of pages.

Your eyes widened. 

You read them as you skimmed through, stopping upon a certain page that was titled

--

 "Chapter 9's Script, starring ORTEGA as (character) Y/L/N as (character) ENSEMBLE as (background)."

Library, ENSEMBLE is singing, upon the chorus.

ORTEGA enters in scene 1, looking around with fiddly fingers and thoughtfulness, spotlight shines on her.

Y/L/N arrives shortly after, (briefly 30 seconds before the bridge.) Spotlight brightens to the two.

Apply choreography and singing learned in ACT 1: (song name)

When bridge arrives, ORTEGA and Y/L/N reach closer to each other, never breaking eye contact as ENSEMBLE crowds around them, making a circle while continuing ACT 1: (song name.)

Y/L/N, singing: Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly.

ORTEGA, singing, joining in as beat raises: Just a little change, small to say the least, both a little scared, neither one prepared.

Y/L/N & ORTEGA harmonize (with Y/N as soprano and ORTEGA as a softer alto) ENSEMBLE joining in as the chorus raises: Beauty and the Beast.

ENSEMBLE continues to harmonize as ORTEGA and Y/L/N step towards each other, tension rising. ORTEGA grabs a hold on to Y/L/N's hand, watching her closely as Y/L/N repeats the same step, ENSEMBLE close behind.

ORTEGA wraps her arms around Y/L/N, giving her a soft, but passionate kiss.

ENSEMBLE continue with their choreography, singing as both ORTEGA and Y/L/N hold the kiss, in a daze as ORTEGA holds her waist, leaning downward to make it look romantic.

As song begins to come to an end and fade, ORTEGA and Y/L/N's lips part, ORTEGA and Y/L/N are still holding the intimate position, their eyes never tearing away.

Both ORTEGA and Y/L/N on last verse: Beauty and the Beast..

As the song fades and curtains close, ORTEGA and Y/L/N are seen meeting their lips together once again, spotlight fading.

--

You blink, shocked as your jaw slightly drops. 

You put down the script as you flip through the pages. Chapter 9 is far away, you have so much time to practice and might as well be close friends with Jenna before touching your lips on hers.

Jeez, what have you gotten yourself into?

You had no idea, but really, should you be complaining?

As Mrs. Jenn began to gather the ensemble together, all the characters went into their own sections and began to practice.

You began to look at the first page, humming as the ensemble begins to sing along with the speakers. 

Your eyes shifted upwards, looking at Jenna as she read the lines, you could hear her whispering to herself as she put it down. Then she memorized it perfectly.

Her lips were speaking with just enough emotion to make you in a trance.

You looked back at your script, your fingernails tracing the script as you stood up and breathed out the words, your voice barely a whisper, that way no one could hear.

Your eyes closed, memorizing the script, trying to remember it as perfectly as you could.

Not too dramatic, but in a way where it is dramatic enough to capture it's emotion to the crowd.

It wasn't too difficult, it would've been so much worse if you noticed Jenna's eyes staring at you as you reread your lines, you were so pretty.. It was attractive.

Jenna sat there, watching you, something stirring in her stomach she couldn't make out. The ensemble was singing, you, reciting your script, her, staring. 

As the ensemble began to follow the choreography, Mrs. Jenn approached Jenna, taking in the way she was staring at you, she held back a small laugh and tapped her on the shoulder.

"So, how is the script so far, I hope it's not too difficult?" She whispers, Jenna finally tearing her eyes off of you in embarrassment.

"Hm- sorry, yeah it's not difficult at all, I think I'll be able to handle this well in a month or so."

"Okay, great. So I was wondering....."

As Mrs. Jenn kept talking, Jenna could see someone approaching you, her eyes narrowed as she exhaled a small scoff as the person gave her a glare along with a small grin.

You were in the middle of reading your lines until one of your classmates, Romeo came near you, giving you a small smile which you didn't hesitate to reciprocate. 

"Y/N, do you know how well you say those lines? You should've seen it, you recite them so perfectly."

You laugh a little, playing with the nape of your necklace, "I wouldn't say that."

"Nonsense, you're definitely going to ace the play. Say.. I think I should've been the Beast instead, don't you think?" He leaned closer to you, ruffling your hair in which you smiled a little, looking around a little awkwardly.

"I think Jenna gotten the role she deserves, you did really good I believe but I think Jenna is one of the most talented people I've ever seen."

Jenna almost smirked, seeing Romeo's smile slightly fade, before smiling again.

"Sure she is, but maybe next semester if there's a Romeo and Juliet, you could be my Juliet."

You looked a little scared, you were kind of oblivious to the fact that Romeo liked you, "I don't know, maybe. But let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Positions everyone! Including you Romeo!" Mrs. Jenn called out, clapping her hands together.

Romeo grumbled with a lace of annoyance, giving you a small smile as he touched your shoulder and walked away, leaving you a bit dazed, going back to reading your lines and thinking about Jenna.

Jenna felt her stomach churn, she felt something she shouldn't be feeling.

Jealousy. She never hated Romeo more then she did now.

Jenna definitely wouldn't let you be Romeo's Juliet. She wanted to be your Romeo.

[jackassbrainrot]

quaking and patiently waiting for part two to tongue tied (i’m going insane)

tongue tied pt. 2 [bam x jenn x jimmy]

part 1

desc: jenn and jimmy teach bam yet another important skill

a/n: more people liked it than I expected hello did I hit a niche?? oh cocky jimmy and sub bam <33 and jenn just being hot, as always <3

warnings: weird relationship dynamics!!, threesome, blowjobs, facefucking, jimmy pop's canonically small dick, dacryphilia, d/s dynamics, under negotiated kinks, light objectification, whoops there's a cum kiss sorryyy

"He can't shut up about it, you know." Jenn leaned on the bar next to Jimmy, talking directly into his ear.

"'Bout what?" Jimmy questioned, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Sucking your dick." She said it so matter-of-factly, as if she were talking about the weather.

He hummed, eyes searching for Bam around the bar, until they finally settled on the young man surrounded by the CKY guys, his arms flailing as he talked.

"You should come back to the castle with us tonight." She pressed her body closer to Jimmy's, finally making him drop his gaze from Bam to her.

"You really wanna watch your boyfriend blow a guy?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as he felt a familiar set of eyes boring through them at their little display.

"You have to admit he looks good on his knees." Jenn seem to feel that intense gaze as well, burying her face in the crook of his neck, a hand placed on his chest. "And I like the way he listens to you."

Another satisfied hum left his throat before he looked up to meet those clear blue eyes, darkened by a mix of jealousy and lust. He tilted his head, motioning towards the door and mouthing "let's go", watching Bam fumble for his keys, making up some lame excuse to the others before running out the door. Jimmy dropped a few bank notes on the counter, pulling Jenn along as they left the bar.

"Give Jenn the keys." Jimmy said before Bam could say anything, the couple looking at him confused.

"Why?" The younger man asked, lost as to what Jimmy was playing at.

"Because I said so." He was on a high as he watched them both oblige without further questions, opening the door to Bam's Bentley, motioning for him to get in with an overexaggerated bow. As he sat down in the back with the younger man, he made eye contact with Jenn in the rear view mirror, the glint in her eyes confirming that she knew exactly what he was doing.

"A little birdie told me you've been thinking about me." His tone was teasing as he stared down the skateboarder who seemed to curl up into himself. He set a firm hand on the younger man's thigh, silently ordering him to stay in place. "Is that true, Bam?" He dropped his voice when saying his name, knowing what it would do to him.

"Yeah." He breathed out. The air of dominance around Jimmy was suffocating, his only response to Bam's admission being a low hum. Bam's breath caught in his throat, unable to speak as Jimmy's hand moved higher. He sought comfort in his girlfriend's gaze in the rear view mirror, only to be met by mischievous smiling eyes. "Tell him what you told me." Jenn's eyes moved back to the road, foot pressing a little harder on the gas, wanting to get them both in the bedroom as soon as possible.

"Yeah, tell me." Jimmy prompted, equally as impatient as Jenn, his jeans starting to feel tighter already.

"I wanna suck your dick."

"That's not what you said." Jenn sing songed, making her boyfriend roll his eyes despite the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Fine, I want you to fuck my mouth. Make me choke on it. Cum down my throat and make me swallow it." The frustration and embarrassment in his voice was apparent, even though he sounded somewhat confident, sure of what he wanted, staring straight into the other man's eyes. Jimmy's cock twitched, and it was Bam's turn to feel cocky for having an effect on the older man.

Their little interaction was cut short by the car coming to a halt. They scrambled up the steps, none of them even attempting to hide their eagerness as they ran into the couple's room. The position they found themselves in was similar to last time, only Jimmy and Jenn had swapped places, and this time, Bam fell to his knees without being told to.

He was kneeling with his hands in his lap, waiting for orders, expectantly looking up at the two figures above him. "Why don't you show me how Jenn usually does it, hm?" Jimmy leaned back slightly on his arms, spreading his legs further. "Pervert." Jenn huffed out, lightly slapping his thigh, feigning offense.

Bam kissed Jimmy's clothed crotch, hands running over his thighs, before biting the pull of his zipper lightly, pulling it down. "Oh, that's filthy." Jimmy groaned, throwing his head back, hearing Bam giggle before going back to kissing his still clothed cock gently. Jenn dropped her hand down, pulling his dick out of his pants, holding it while Bam licked the tip tentatively.

"Open your mouth." Jimmy commanded, voice low, his grey eyes piercing through Bam as he obeyed, lips parting. Before he could slip his dick past the soft pink lips, Jenn's hand tangled in Bam's hair, pushing him down forcefully. Despite Jimmy's dick not being big enough to reach the back of his throat, he gagged around it, tears collecting at the edges of his eye as his beloved girlfriend used him like a cocksleeve for one of his best friends. The thought made him moan, the vibrations making Jimmy buck up into his mouth, making him gag again.

Putting a hand on Jimmy's cheek, Jenn turned his head to catch his mouth in a searing kiss as she held Bam in place, his nose pressed against the older man's pelvis. He licked across the shaft, still sucking absentmindedly, focused on the action above him. His eyes were starting to water, his eyeliner running down his face in streaks. When their lips disconnected, Jimmy looked down at Bam, looking like a cheap yet insanely attractive hooker.

"Already crying? I haven't even fucked your face properly yet." He cooed, punctuating the word yet by tangling his own hands in the dark locks, holding the younger man in place as he thrust in roughly. He set an unrelenting pace, ignoring the little choking sounds and whimpers coming from Bam's mouth.

Jenn slipped down from her position on the bed to kneel behind her boyfriend, pressing soothing kisses to his back as she unzipped his pants. Her warm hand wrapping around his painfully hard dick caused him to moan around the dick in his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the overwhelming mix of sensations.

It didn't take long for Jimmy to cum, watching spit and tears coat Bam's pretty face, his lips swollen red and his clear blue eyes glued to the singer. He held his head down, filling the skateboarder's mouth with a growl. "Open your mouth and don't swallow." There was a threat hidden somewhere in those words, forcing Bam to do as he was told through the haze of his own approaching orgasm.

Jimmy watched as Bam struggled not to swallow, cum pooling on his tongue, making his moans sound garbled as Jenn stroked his dick faster. His body went taut, cum spilling over his girlfriend's hand, moaning desperately.

"Kiss him."

A self satisfied smile spread across Jimmy's face as he watched the couple, on their knees, making out with his cum passing between their lips. He could really get used to this.

[justmochi]

misunderstanding

pairing :: jenn x youngjae

word count :: 1.2k

synopsis :: jenn sees reports of youngjae being in a relationship

time :: june 26, 2022

warnings :: angst, fluff if you squint

a/n :: had this idea FOREVERRR but just now getting around to writing it

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She was confused. Shocked. Surprised to see that it wasn’t her name plastered on the news outlets. She may have even felt a little bit of relief if it had been her. Now, she is just numb. Hurt even. It is so laughable.

It didn’t even make sense to her. She’s never had to experience this in a relationship before, so how was she supposed to act? Nothing good would come out of this if her mind wandered, but she couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. It had to be some misunderstanding. A lie. She wouldn’t accept anything less.

Jenn doesn’t even acknowledge her legs shaking intensely, nipping at her fingernails in a random meeting room in their company. The blinds are shut tightly and her chair squeaks with the movement of her legs. She’s rehearsing her words again and all of the anxiety that comes with it.

She had just gotten home from her morning run, finishing up her shower and getting dressed when her phone pinged multiple times. It was from the members' group chat with each other. She opened it, happy to see everyone being active. That was until she saw the article BamBam had sent and was pestering Youngjae about. She read it and her heart sank knowing that the members would find out about their relationship this way. They had only told a few select people. Then she could feel her brain begin to melt, thinking of all the ways the media would try to tear him apart. Degrade her. There was still enough time for her to truly comprehend the title before collapsing. It was not her name. It was not her name next to his. It was not her picture next to his. It wasn’t Jenn, but another woman.

She was never one to act irrationally, but her fingers were steps ahead of her before she could think clearly. She had sent Youngjae the article, asking him what the hell it was, what it was about. She asked him to meet up with her as soon as possible. He read her message, no reply. She assumed he was in agreement with her.

This is fake. He wouldn’t do that, it’s not in his nature. He said he loves me. Jenn wondered if she had been careless enough to let this get past her. Did it say they’ve been dating for a year? She hits herself in the head with her fist, cursing herself for even considering that Youngjae could ever cheat on her.

She hears the door knob turn, snapping her neck in its direction, standing to her feet and seeing Youngjae slip into the meeting room. He shuts the door behind him, locking it.

“Jenn…” He immediately notices the shock on her face and holds out his hands for her.

“I just need to know… just tell me it’s not true.” Her voice trembles with her hands clasped together.

“It’s not true. I don’t even know who got the idea or–“ He realizes the more he talks, it only makes her more fearful. “It’s just a groundless rumor.”

Youngjae grabs for her hands, holding them in his and noticing how shakey they are. “I promise, Jenn. It’s not real.”

She can’t meet his eyes, staring down at their hands. “I…I don’t care who you’ve dated in the past, just as long as it wasn’t when you were with me.”

He stiffens. “Do you think I’d intentionally hurt you like that?”

The coldness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. She holds her head high, finally meeting his gaze. “No! I don’t know–I just–I’ve been the center of articles like that before and they’re not always wrong. I don’t know what to think. That’s why I wanna hear it from you.”

Tears have pooled in her eyes now, close to tipping over. Jenn is scared that he thinks she might not trust him. She pulls away from him, stepping back and turning in the other direction. She’s picking at her lip with her fingers, hugging herself with her other arm. The tears make their way down her face, making sure he doesn’t see her cry more than he already has. Not over him.

Youngjae exhales loudly, running a hand through his hair and collecting his thoughts and keeping his frustrations under wraps. He makes his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Jenn’s bottom lip wobbles and she has to stop breathing to ensure he doesn’t see her falling apart.

“Jenn, it’s not true. I'm gonna make sure it’s clear that we’ve never been associated in that manner. We’ve never dated, we simply have just worked on music together. I promise you that.” He dips his head in between her shoulder, pressing his lips to the patch of skin exposed from her sweater.

He turns her body around to face him, trying to make eye contact with her. He tips her chin up with his fingers to see her pained expression, tears staining her flushed cheeks. It cuts him deep. She tries to look away, turning her head in every direction away from him until he finally cups her face in his hands. “Jenn.”

She grabs onto his wrists, eyes still closed because she can’t bear to see the disappointment on his face. His disappointment in her.

“Hey, look at me.” His thumb swipes tears away and he waits for her to open her eyes. Seconds pass until she opens them, the whites of her eyes red and her lips trembling. “The person I’m dating is you. The person I love is you. No one else.”

She squeezes his wrists, a sob finally escaping her. She leans forward, her forehead pressing into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be–“

“No, no, I’m so sorry! I’m just scared. It feels a thousand times worse to see another girl's name next to yours and not mine. It would’ve been okay if it was mine. I could have handled it. But someone else…”

“Do you trust me?” He lowers his head, his eyes trying to communicate with her if his words aren’t enough.

“Yes. I do,” She squeezes his wrists, nodding her head between his hands. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.” He straightens his spine, leaning in to kiss her forehead and engulfing her in his arms. “People like us are just victims of false accusations like this. I’m sorry it had to be me.”

Jenn sobs once he says the last few words. Like it’s something he could have prevented. “It’s not your fault. Why did they have to pick on you?” Her words are muffled against his hoodie, hands squeezing the fabric.

He chuckles softly. “I guess I’m just an easy target. I’d rather it be me than you.”

She shakes her head, huffing at his humor. Not helping. She steps back, still holding onto his waist and collecting herself through sniffles. She lets go of him to wipe her eyes with her sleeves. “I’m sorry I reacted this way. I can’t stand there being a barrier between us, so please just talk to me when stuff like this happens.”

Youngjae pats her on the head a few times before brushing his fingers through her hair. He doesn’t know what else to say but that he’s sorry. So he pouts, nodding his head and whispering against her forehead. “I love you, Jenn. My only one.”

“I love you too.”

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If you could have any future for Rina what would it be? Doesn’t have to line up with show canon or it can, whatever way you want to answer this! ☺️🫶🏻

i love this question! i think i can perfectly tie this ask to @daphnebowen’s ask so i’ll answer both in this post. hopefully you both don’t mind !! 🥰

as tim federle said, they will be owning a backyard full of golden retrievers and will go by ricky and gina porter-bowen! okay, that’s canon to me!

i see ricky and gina getting married young, definitely during their early twenties. i mean, they already act like a married couple it’s insane. it’s kinda sickening, but also beautiful how deeply in love they are.

i think in an interview joshua said he sees ricky as a stay at home dad and that ricky doesn’t necessarily “want to go the distance” and he’s so correct! i’ve always seen ricky as a behind the scenes type of guy and someone who doesn’t really care for the spotlight. probably ends up doing something with composing music behind the scenes, or teaching music. not everyone wants to be a star and i like that while everyone else wants to be on broadway, or become movie stars, pop stars etc. ricky just aspires for a simple life with a family. so even if he becomes “famous” (because he’s definitely playing romeo right? we all agree on that right?) i don’t think he’d ever genuinely care about fame and want to be a part of that world.

gina though, she’s a movie star! i saw some mixed opinions on the “fame” plot line/aspect, or basically the movie plot line, but i loved it because i love seeing gina shine and get everything she deserves and has ever wanted. along the years, she’ll get home from a busy day of filming and busy press days, to ricky and their daughter watching mark and spark on the television. ricky will always be her home and normalcy after a busy day in the spotlight. just like in season four with gina filming hsm4 all day, but at night ricky would climb up her window and it would just be them, talking and laughing because no one amuses gina like ricky. i don’t see that ever changing. that’s their thing, being each other’s homes.

also, this may be random but, i’ve always had this vision that when their daughter grew up, they’d want her to go to school at east high. then ricky sees that the theater program is not the same or is in danger, so he pulls a miss jenn because he can’t fathom to see the place that changed him and believed in him just be gone. so in order to keep it alive for his daughter he becomes the drama teacher. i feel like this is a prefect spin off for the future. their daughter is annoyed at her dad being the drama teacher and it’s chaotic and funny. and gina brings the kids cupcakes and helps out when she can with the choreography. (i can also see older ricky and gina opening some type of dance studio or music studio together just to give kids an outlet to express themselves and feel “not like outsiders” like what theater meant to them growing up) so whichever one it is, i basically just see them helping “outsiders” find their place. either if it’s back at east high’s theater department much to their daughter’s dismay, or using their fame to open up dance and music studios in a bunch of different places (because gina moved so much y’know? she’d want her business in many places so no matter where people travel to and move it’s always home) that’s what i envision.

and speaking of their daughter, there’s no doubt that ricky and gina are having a girl, like he’s a girl dad through and through! and to tie in @daphnebowen’s ask, i read a fic the other day that used the name “grace” for their daughter and i think that it is absolutely perfect. it starts with the letter G just like gina, and gina exudes grace so i think it’s a perfect name for her daughter.

i’ll stop here before i keep rambling. i feel like this is so long already i am so sorry! so their future is golden and beautiful and they’re in love forever and i love them! okay bye!